MAKE A FOOL OF ME — SPIN THE BOTTLE

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Oh, this sounded absolutely dreadful. Had Bastille mentioned how much he hated people recently? It wasn't just his current sour mood that made him wince at the mention of spin the bottle, however -- he knew damned well how much Zaniel loved this god-awful game, particularly when he had been the one to chug the handle that was used as the bottle. Bastille didn't really care what other people did with their spare time, but when it came to Zaniel, he reserved the highest of judgments. His past life was disgusting, to say the least, and Bast tended to shy away from things that Zaniel would have enjoyed a little too much. Hence: his refusal to admit to his love for vodka, choosing instead to masquerade as if he actually preferred wine; his reluctance to join in on drinking games; his utmost disdain for drugs; and on and on. There were several unsavory things that his past lives reveled in that Bast simply scorned out of principle, and unfortunately, spin the bottle was one of them. Fun or not, he didn't give a shit -- it was on the fuck nah list.

That being said, he wasn't opposed to watching, and it looked like he had arrived at an interesting point. He arched a brow at Suite as the bottle landed on his mentor of all people, and he gave Margy a pointed look before he sat himself down and drawled flatly, "I'm just going to spectate this, uh, shit show."

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Suiteheart audibly laughed as the bottle came to a halt on Lunafreya. She did not know her incredibly well, but this was sure to make one hell of an impression. "It's only awkward if you want to be, beautiful," she flirted, voice full of tease. At the comment of her needing to act first, Suire would nod with a grin. It wasn't the first time. "Well, here's hoping your first real kiss is with someone a whole lot better than me." Her words were said in between laughter. 

The white feline leaned forward and kissed Lunafreya. It was longer lasting than a simple peck, but it definitely wasn't a make-out sessions. It was spin the bottle, not seven minutes in heaven after all. "Your turn." She leaned away, moving the bottle in Luna's direction as she still wore a smirk.

When Bastille entered, she grinned even wider. Oops, she'd been caught kissing his mentor. Maybe that did make things a little awkward.