[There was no way Adam was going to pass up the opportunity to join a game of spin the bottle, not when he's got a nice mid-party buzz going and the kissable teenagers in the circle are so very kissable.
There's an empty seat near the table, and Adam drops into it while the bottle's spinning, about to ask whose turn it is when the bottle wobbles a little further and skids off the table into his lap.
Placing it back on the table with a grin, Adam looks around.]
Spinning Bottles
There's an empty seat near the table, and Adam drops into it while the bottle's spinning, about to ask whose turn it is when the bottle wobbles a little further and skids off the table into his lap.
Placing it back on the table with a grin, Adam looks around.]
Whose turn was that?