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[i]Well of course, nobody likes the idea of death and your affinity for it will just lessen your complete understanding towards that concept, little Brookie.[/i]

Such mockery never did become a deliberate sentiment for a point he'd make. Spencer has no nagging doubt projecting his cocky judgement against an interest deluded by naivety, but from knowing Brooke as a person who was easily fueled by a peculiar kind of hatred, it was a wise decision to have left those words unspoken. 

"Death?" How he asked sounded a bit pretentious, given that he wasn't particularly willing to open a topic he had no interests with. Spencer lifted an eyebrow, then leaned his attention more to Brooke with a skeptic glance. 

"That's ... something I haven't heard in a while." A sheepish shudder slipped in-between words. 

One thing Spencer could've easily considered was the fact that he's bad at forcing emotions foreign from his recurring perception. He was an individual who was blunt to the core, consistently direct on delivering things to the main point. Neither did he fancy over a frantic nor bashful path of communication as he believed such things would only lessen his firm stand as an outspoken individual. However at this point, he felt something was holding him back, as if he's not being his usual self. Normally he'd hop around groups of people, conversing about the most exaggerated of topics revolving around scandalous facts on teachers and the like. This night was a bit different but there wasn't anything he'd be illustrious about. Not even a single story he could proudly share with anyone. 

Spencer pulled his gaze away from Brooke and back to the view of people enjoying themselves. How he pictured it made him wonder if he was there as well. Perhaps he could but the uncertainty of what might happen bugged him to an extent. 

"Yeah, I believe so." Calmly, he spoke despite his voice being drowned by the blaring sounds of music. "They're having too much fun, it's making me gag. How about we just shoot everyone with this handgun I've brought so that we can have our [i]own[/i] fun, hm?"

For the next few seconds or so, there was silence in-between them. Not a single spoken word slipped out from their lips. Spencer's mischievous chuckle broke the abrupt silence then prodded Brooke at her shoulder. 

"I kid."

He rested himself back in stillness, knowing Brooke may not respond to his ridiculous suggestion despite being an obscure comic relief. Perhaps it'd best to just sit back until the party was over and carry the burden of his drunken friends thereafter. For the next few minutes, he enjoyed the comfort of his seat, prying over the subtle oddities of his imagination. 

[i]No Lord of the Rings daydreaming.[/i] 

He'd recalled. Though in some way, he might find his fascination by replacing everyone with the visage of orcs. A faint laughter escaped his lips, for once being concerned of his own sanity and how Brooke would've grimaced from his sudden behavioral shift. 

That was when Korrie ― his ever marvelous roommate ― took away his grip of silence. 

One couldn't help but wonder how much the boy displayed such an aggravating disposition, of which left Spencer glowering with his mouth partly agape. He was intoxicated, simple as that and how he instantly dragged Spencer to the gathered group wasn't quite the advocating move.

The game 'Never have I ever' wasn't entirely unfamiliar to him. In fact, in some free time spent with his club's meetings, some members occasionally circled themselves with that said activity. However Spencer never laid his hands towards it. He's more of a spoilsport rather than being a socially enthusiastic person. Being put in an unlikely situation wasn't something Spencer would be happy about but often did he improvise on similar places of activity and things such as social gatherings wouldn't be of any difference. 

He ignored Korrie for a moment as he was brought to the circle. Perhaps dealing with him later would be a better solution. He slyly rolled his eyes as he realized Brooke took the moment ahead of him. Not really expected but he wouldn't care less.

"So, am I supposed to confess something embarrassing now? I thought this is a party, not a church." He glanced around, eyeing most of the people surrounding the circle. "Fine then." 

He crunched his knuckles as he stood idly, dawdling over a quick twitch of his head while biting his lip.

"Never have I ever ..." [i]This is ridiculous.[/i] He paused, feeling yet another slump weighing above his shoulders before continuing. While trying to spew out some words he could say, Spencer continued glancing around until he spotted a bottle full of booze huddled around a girl's arms. He stepped aside a moment after noticing it and immediately snatched the bottle away. The girl was left with her mouth open and a confusion following it.

"Hey!" She exclaimed. 

Spencer gave no response as he went back to the circle. He chuffed a heavy ounce of breath that he held inside as he grabbed the bottle and popped it open. 

"Never have I ever done something like this." as he drawled, he lifted the bottle, pressing it to his mouth as he guzzled up every ounce of liquid contained in the bottle. He continued, ignoring his bodily reactions up until slurping the last drop. As he removed the bottle, he felt a blur in his vision. A dizzy motion swirling around what was left of his senses. Once the bottle was dropped freely, Spencer's body went along and hit the floor. He laughed while he lied down, covering his eyes with his hands.

"My mother taught me how to butcher children!" He shouted with soft chuckles inserted in-between. Slowly he realized how much he was drifting from his own grip.