Chad grinned and reached out to give the bottle a hard spin to the left. It spun quickly, taking several moments to slow down and giving almost everyone in the circle time to wonder how likely it would be to land on them. Carver played a few scenarios in their mind while they watched the bottle decelerate as it passed Agatha and Carmilla, but it didn’t stop on the pumpkin creature and even managed to inch past Sobki. It stopped with the spout pointing almost directly at Chad.

“Boooo!” Two voices rose at the same time. Chad lifted his beer to his lips, expecting to have to wait until his next turn to get another shot, but Carver continued.

“That’s boring! Let him get one more try!” She winked with the eye Shock had made in the middle of her head. “I don’t wanna see him try to kiss himself, but I want [i]someone[/i] to pucker up!”


Considering whose party this was -- and how much the trio enjoyed everyone squirming in dread -- no one tried to argue with him.

Chad tried spinning the other direction and a lot more gently this time. It made its way around the circle once, twice, and was on its third rotation when it became clear it was going to stop soon, well before it got back to the boys. Chad’s eyes lit up and he leaned forward in anticipation as it slowed down approaching Carmilla.

The vampiress hissed and clenched her fists. She pulled her feet under herself, preparing to smash the bottle and storm off if it stopped on her. 

Luckily, despite slowing to a crawl, it managed to continue past her. Chad was less ecstatic about the possibility of kissing Agatha, but still quite happy to do so. 

The teen witch gritted her teeth, but by some miracle, the bottle seemed to hit some kind of rough spot in the wood. With a tiny [i]plink[/i] it came to a momentary halt and then rolled backward a few inches, finally coming to a complete rest squarely in the panel between the two ghouls.

“Awwwww…” Chad leaned back with an attempt at keeping his pout ‘manly’. “Too bad we’re all spread out so much. But next time, I’ll [i]definitely[/i] land on someone!”

He quickly switched back to his usual dopey, upbeat attitude and cheerfully passed the bottle to Sobki.

Carver was pretty much the only one who considered commenting that no one specified that he couldn’t spin again if it landed between two people, but she quickly decided against it. He would catch on if he kept spinning over and over with no result, and wouldn’t be as effective as making the others dread his turn coming back around again -- or possibly almost landing on him themselves.

Agatha sagged with visible relief. What luck that the seemingly smooth surface had just enough of a rough spot to save--

Carmilla slumped back into a proper seated position and silently held her half empty wine glass toward her best friend, making a pointed look at the bottle of vodquila.

Oh. Right! Agatha smiled at her. Carmilla [i]had[/i] joined the game to make sure she and Barrel got their first kiss, after all. Of course she wouldn’t let Chad land on her! And if the cost of that help was a bit of something to make the game more tolerable, then well, it was the very least the young witch could do. Agatha poured as much as the glass could hold.

Sobki took his turn and with a quick flick of his wrist, sent the bottle spinning. The bottle spun for a good several seconds before it landed between Chad and Barrel. He shrugged.

“Guess that’s my turn,” he said. He passed the bottle to Carver.

The pumpkin creature took it and yanked the two ends in opposite directions. It came close to stopping on Chad, but ended up passing him and coming to a halt between him and Sobki. The mouth on the back of Carver’s head pouted as they passed the bottle to Carmilla. Chad would have been fun to mess with -- would he be more weirded out going for the fanged mouth at the front with no lips and three distinctly inhuman eyes, or the kissy lips at the back with a nose which, at such a close visual range, was still clearly designed around the shape of a “man hammer”? And as to Sobki, well, it might have at least been an interesting experiment to see what monsters get out of kissing heartthrobs.

Carmilla looked at the bottle silently, wondering again if this was worth it. She looked around at the circle of waiting teens, then turned to glance at the only person not participating. Shock fluttered her fingers in a cheeky wave.

The vampiress downed half her drink, gripped the bottle tightly, and gave it a hard twist.