Prompt: Omi, Clay, Rai, and Kimiko play spin the bottle. And everyone gets Clay. Even Clay. (Submitted by anonymous on tumblr.)
"I thought I understood what this game required," Omi said, "but I find that I, for once, may be mistaken." He looked at Raimundo in confusion. "Is the bottle supposed to land continuously on one person only?"
Raimundo picked up the offending bottle and examined it closely. "Not unless you want it to," he said as he held it up to his eye. "And to be completely honest, none of you are you are the sort of people I'd want to smooch - no offense, of course," he added hastily upon catching sight of Kimiko's decidedly unamused expression.
"None taken," she replied flatly, before yanking the the bottle out of Raimundo's hands and setting it back on the floor. "Try it now, Clay."
Clay ruffled his hair in obvious discomfort as Raimundo began arguing that, no, he had most certainly not rigged the bottle in any way, Kimiko, what could have possibly given you that idea anyway? "You're sure no one's going to kiss me?"
Raimundo sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. "We made an agreement, bro. No lip-action of any kind. Totally platonic. Just normal truth-or-dare."
"Just making sure, Rai," Clay replied. "Except it's kind of hard to play when everyone keeps landing on me. I still get goosebumps when I think about what happened the last time we played truth-or-dare, you know."
Kimiko laid a hand on Clay's forearm in a comforting sort of way and smiled. "If it's any consolation, Clay, at least Dojo hasn't said anything about his gross Wu-rashes since then."