Starter for @drugged-past
A circle of friends and confidants sat in the dim light of the basement, the party long since having become more mellow with the addition of joints passed around and some of the rowdier attendants having left or fallen asleep. It left twelve of them, friendly enough, to play a game that had been suggested by one of the girls as she finished off the bottle of vodka she’d been taking swigs from and leaned in to place it in the midst of the group--seven minutes in heaven, but whoever the bottle landed on had to spin and the person it landed on then was their partner. It seemed like a good enough idea to those assembled, met with giggles and glances around, but Jaar for one was just appreciative to have been thought of at all, to be invited to this party. It wasn’t like he was close to anyone hosting, so it felt like a flattering gesture. To then be included in intimate games... there was a welcoming feeling to that. The person who landed on him was a handsome blond guy, and Jaar felt the tips of his ears burn bright pink when the giggles erupted and they were prompted up and into the closet. They were something like the third or fourth pairing, and certainly not the first queer couple to be going in but it was hard to tell as he pushed himself to standing and nervously made his way into the closet whether this was a desirable or acceptable outcome for the other party or not. He knew Secret in passing, but he wasn’t sure whether this would be the most awkward seven minutes he’d have to share, or perhaps be what the others gushed about as they fell from the room with swollen lips and fulfilled laughter. “So,” he tried to start once the door had closed after them, leaving them in near total darkness save the Barbie flashlight someone had found and propped up in the corner. “Secret, right? I think we had algebra together a couple years ago.”
