. ` Β° . * &. γ @syvaer / peter &. harry .
a game of spin the bottle : unprompted starter.
the static melody of the song playing through the beat - up , hand - me - down radio is muffled by an uproar of giggles ( mostly yours ) as you take another swig from the drink in your hand . at this point the room is only kinda fuzzy , your skin feels warm despite the winter's chill and yeah , you're feeling really good right now . apparently , so good that you're just about snorting beer through your nose at the tail end of harry's joke . geez peter , WHAT HAVE YOU GOTTEN YOURSELF INTO NOW ? the circle your friends have created on the ground is intimate , almost suffocatingly so . gaze flickers to mj briefly before landing on the bottle you swear she suddenly whipped out from nowhere , reluctantly taking it from its spot in the middle of the floor and honestly ? you just can't help it : you laugh .
" oh my god , mj . are we really playing this right now ? i -- i don't wanna be the one who goes first ! " you gesture wildly as if to emphasize your point , following up with chasing the flutter of nerves down with another big sip of your beer . its then the idea strikes you , and it's definitely a little mean , but whatever gets you out of being first blood , right ? body shifts just enough to face harry sitting next to you , gently placing the bottle into his hands ( you don't think too deeply on the way that touch lingers , or how your signature puppy dog eyes are just a bit softer as you cast your attention fully to your best friend ) . " sorry . . . NOSEGOES !!! " and then the circle follows suit in putting their finger against the tip of their noses , unfortunately leaving harry the fate of being the one to spin first .












