You knew a host was getting desperate when they started suggesting middle school games, like spin the bottle. Sipping on the lukewarm beer in his hand, he surveyed the circle of about twenty people. Most of them looked bored, but there were a few shifting around, eyes lit up, fingers fidgeting, telling him their crush was likely playing the game and they were hoping this would be their chance. It was sort of sweet, so Ronan resisted the urge to remind them the odds were certainly not in their favor. As the rounds ticked on, he grew less and less interested. It was bad enough that they were playing a game popular in middle schools around the world, but they were also kissing like they were preteens. Mostly small pecks and a few cop out cheek kisses. The most interesting thing he’d seen in the past fifteen minutes was two drunk frat boys accidentally bonking their foreheads together. Nearing the end of his beer, he decided it was time to find something else to do. Anything else to do. Before he could stand up, though, the bottle landed squarely on him. Having lost interest several rounds ago, he wasn’t sure who had spun the bottle. He moved his gaze around the circle, his eyes catching on a girl slowly inching her way towards the center of the circle. He recognized her as a fellow Lockwood student, but couldn’t tell you her name even if his life depended on it. Meeting her in the middle, he slipped his hand around the back of her neck and swiftly pulled her mouth to his. The force made the split in his lip throb slightly, but he shoved the pain aside, his tongue softly slipping into her mouth to brush against hers. Sliding his hand slightly upwards, he tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer. In his experience, sometimes I good kiss was better than sex. Grazing his teeth on her bottom lip, he pulled back. “I’ll give you a hundred bucks if you chomp down on the person’s tongue your next go,” he whispered with a grin.
