"The stallions and mares stared at the whirring whiskey bottle with anxious beaded eyes, some ponies wish it would land on them, others...well...not so much. The bottle slowed, them stopped, rolling a little. They all looked up to see who it had chosen. It was Watercolor, who nervously shifted. The girls cheered and the boys got ready for some action. Watercolor was violently shoved in a closet with the hyperactive Curly Fry. Curly sat there in a starred bra and tight shorts. They saw the door shut and the silent but deadly click of the timer, followed by 7 beeps. Curly wrapped her legs around Watercolor, pulling her close, closer than she had ever been, and pressed her nose against Watercolor's. Watercolor blushed in embarrassment and let out a little shriek. Curly jerked her hooves back and forth on Watercolor's chest, causing her to explode in laughter, then Curly switched to her chocolate flavored tail. Curly Fry lied her head on Watercolor's lap, and looked up a her with dreamy eyes. The door swished open and Watercolor shot up, leaving Curly's head no choice but to hit the carpet. Hard. Watercolor snickered, her face red from the series of events that had just happened in the enclosed room. /span/p