You’re sitting in a circle and spilling your drink on the carpet. You giggle at jokes that have no punch line. The music is less than wonderful but wonderfully festival. The buzz of liquor silences your inner voice. It is all fun and games. A couple is making out on the couch; their heavy breathing audible despite the heavy bass and insistent buzz.
Everyone speaks at volumes louder than needed. Everyone is looking around for their someone special. Girls whisper while throwing knowing glances at certain boys in the room. Everyone hopes that they know where this night is going. The kissing couple start unbuttoning buttons and unzipping zips: the sound heightens the sexual tension more than all the liquor combined. A brutish man yells for everyone to join the circle; the time has come for the inevitable “spin-the-bottle” game.
The group cheers, this is going to be fun. Some can already taste the mix of alcohol and sex on their desire’s tongue. The newcomers to the circle carefully select their position in relation to the one who they want. Cups and glasses are filled then the games begin. The “Master of Ceremonies” takes it upon himself to begin proceedings. As the bottle, spins everyone remembers that they forgot to set some rules but the deed is done and the only rule for the first round is that you must kiss who the bottle points to – male or female. The energy shifts and silence replaces nervous giggles.
The bottle swings then stops in front of the lovely redhead. The MC sucks in his breath to stop a sigh of relief. He was not caught out. He bends toward Lady Red, kissing her softly before unabashedly putting his entire weight on her. She pushes him off and away pursing her lips before winking. It is all fun and games.
The second in line, spins the bottle so hard that his drink leaves a wet patch on his jeans. The busty one is his for the kissing yet he gets too rough and she ends it fast. The sniggers from the group are faint; someone can still be caught out. The first lady to spin does so gently looking sultry to say the least. As the bottle slows, a pained grunt causes the group to all face the kissing couple. No clothes no more. Her bare back reddened in places he’s groped. The look becomes a collective stare as she takes out a condom – everyone wishes that this is where the night is going. No one notices that someone changes the position of the bottle.
Gaining self-consciousness, the group return to the game at hand while paying the action on the couch the closest attention. The first lady smiles at the (manipulated) bottle’s instruction. The kiss lingers and doesn’t end yet is merely gently paused. The exchange is clear that this will be continued. You’re up next. Your chest puffs out and you steal a peek outside the closet. Only one rule applies in this round and softly, you pray then exhale before spinning the bottle. The spin seems to be in your favour until the condom breaks.
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For the Scriptic.org prompt exchange this week, Laura at http://ratherthecouch.wordpress.com/ gave me this prompt: It’s all fun and games until someone realizes it’s not fun at all.
I gave Barb Black at http://blackinkpad.blogspot.comthis prompt: As I stood holding my hand over the bleeding wound, his heart beat kept steady. I did everything to avoid eye contact but I knew that he felt that I loved him dearly and I stopped pretending that I didn’t love him beyond words.