blame the tequila
3. Spin the bottle
Parties weren’t uncommon at Grammar. Every now and then someone would through a party in a dorm on the weekend, and, whether it was allowed or not, alcohol was always present.
A few of the guys had pulled Stefan into a circle where there was a an empty tequila bottle that the younger Salvatore knew for a fact he’d taken a couple of shots from. Or was it one of the ones on the counter? Oh well.
Spin the bottle was always a common game that was played at every party Stefan could remember going to. A couple of people went before he laid his hand on the bottle taking his turn and spinning it before looking at where the spout had landed:
Elena Gilbert
He’d had a crush on her for who knows how long. The two had never actually spoken to each other, though, they did have a few classes together ever year, their senior year being no different.
The liquid courage gave him the push he needed to lean across the circle, caressing her cheek as he captured her lips with his, running his fingers through her brown locks. He could taste the alcohol on her lips, but that didn’t curb the sweetness of the kiss by a long shot. Actually kissing Elena now after he’d only thought about this very action before was better than the younger Salvatore had even anticipated. Now he just hoped he’d remember all of this in the morning.
He pulled away slightly, a smirk breaking through his features as he sat back in place, feeling his teammates clap his shoulder and pat his back. His eyes lingered on Elena for a moment before he looked away, the smile not leaving his expression for the rest of the night.
