who: @cinnamonfm when: february 17th evening where: tri delt v-day party
The bottle kept spinning, Nate’s eyes fixed on it as its speed slowed and stuttered. He wasn’t entirely sure how he had found himself playing this fucking game again, having been dragged along into the circle passively. Not that he had put much fight into it either. He only looked up when it came to a wobbling halt, eyes dragging from the bottle to the feet and up the body of the person it had landed on.
Henrietta.Â
Of fucking course, of all people - it landed on her.
Nate just raised an eyebrow up, stepping across the circle with a hand extended to her, tugging her along to follow him into the designated closet. At least this wasn't exactly new territory, should should he need to turn her from the line of questioning she had pursued on new years. "People are going to start talking if you keep seeking me out like this at these things," he said as the door clicked shut behind them, head angling towards one shoulder, face still even, no indication if he was joking or not.
