Rating: M (language)
Genre: Humor
Pairing: The Wolves
Word-count: 499
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Prompt: Photo of a woman sitting on the floor, drinking a bottle of booze, and the quote, "It all started with a dare."
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The empty bottle made a clinking scrape as it spun around on the wooden floor in a dizzying blur. Everyone's gaze fell to the object as it began to slow, whirling at half speed, before finally pointing at Embry.
"Baaaaaaahaaaa! Nice going, baby brother." Leah rolled her head back with laughter as she slapped her palm against the floor.
"It- it doesn't count. I get to spin again."
A loud chorus of protest rang Seth's ears.
"Nooooooo you don't, Sethie Poo." Paul took a hearty swig of his beer and grinned. "This dumbass junior high game was YOUR idea. Why you wanted to play spin the bottle with a bunch of dudes and your sister, I'll never know."
"To be fair," Quil said, shrugging his shoulders, "there are some other hot chicks here, too." He raised his eyebrow at Seth, then threw a sideways glance at Angela, who pretended not to notice. Everyone—including Angela herself—knew Seth had been crushing on her for months.
"Don't I get a say in this?" Embry finally spoke up, removing his palm from his eyes, where it had been clasped from the moment the bottle stopped spinning. "I don't particularly want Seth's lips on mine, either."
"Sorry." Jacob shook with laughter. "Rules are rules."
"Fuck you, Black," Embry said, narrowing his eyes. The subtle alpha order hadn't gone unnoticed. "Come on, Clearwater. Let's get this over with."
Face flushed crimson, Seth leaned over the circle, eyes squinched shut, and deposited the tiniest peck he could muster on Embry's lips.
The others clapped and cheered.
Patting Embry on the back, Bella smiled. "Your turn."
"Wait, wait, wait." Paul held his hands up, commanding everyone's attention. "Let's make this game a little more interesting."
"How's that?" Jessica raised a skeptical brow.
"New rules. The bottle lands on you, it's two minutes in heaven."
"Two minutes in …?" Forehead crinkled in confusion, Seth looked around the group for explanation.
"Really, dude, you need to get laid." Quil rolled his eyes. "Two minutes in heaven. You lock yourself in the closet with whoever the bottle falls on, and … you know."
Seth's eyes widened.
"Whatta ya say?" Paul asked, winking at Embry. "You in?"
Sighing in resignation, Embry took hold of the bottle. "I swear to fucking God, if this thing lands on Seth …"
With a twist of his fingers, he sent Johnny Walker, the master of his fate, spinning again in circles. He watched, lips pursed, as it began to twirl in slow motion, then finally came to a halt.
"Hoooooly shit." Paul's voice was low as a hush crept over the group.
The bottle was pointed at Bella.
"Uh … I …" Embry stuttered, running his fingers through his hair.
Bella looked back and forth between him and Jake, practically chewing a hole in her lower lip.
"Again. He gets to spin again," Jake said emphatically.
"No, no, no, Jake." Bella rested her palm on her best friend's chest. "Rules are rules."