10 for whoever you choose
Jenna expected, with the power of lip gloss, that this weird little party game, where people kissed with a card until it fell off, wouldn’t really effect her. Hell- the card had stuck on this long, nobody had locked lips on this round. But then, just as Ariel was turning to her, without expecting it, the card fell, fluttering to the ground. And just like that, Ariel’s lips were on hers, without any warning or expectation.
It felt... weird. Warm. Sweet, almost, even if Ariel was probably evil. Huh. She pulled away, looking around the circle at the party. “Whoops.” She shrugged. “Guess I’m out, right?”

















