WHY THEY LEFT (#Wattys2015)

4. Tonight You're Mine

Danny
Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow by Amy Winehouse

Holding my cigarette between my teeth, one hand searched for a lighter in my pocket while the other held a solo cup. I'll admit, actually coming to this party was a little pathetic on my part. But hey, there's free booze and a couch to crash on, it's better than home. I pulled the lighter from my pocket and had to strike it twice to light my cigarette, taking a long drag before exhaling. Leaning against the wall, I let the smoke roll from my lips as I scanned the room. I found myself starting to get hot, almost break a sweat hot. Too many bodies in one room, it's like a fucking sauna. A tap on my shoulder snapped me back into reality, and the blaring music somehow became louder.

A busty blonde smiled at me when I snapped my head around to see who'd tapped me. How low her shirt was cut was even better than how much of her stomach it showed. The dark room combined with the flashing strobe lights caused multi-colored lights to dance across her face as she grinned at me. "Do you mind giving me a light?" She asked, eyelashes fluttering so fast I almost felt dizzy, but I still managed my cool demeanor. I smirked at her and nodded. As she placed a cigarette between her lips, I took mine and pressed it against hers, lighting it better than my lighter could have. She blew her smoke in my face as she grinned seductively, and it smelled like those shitty menthol cigarettes. That's a deal breaker.

I turned away from her and tried to enjoy the rest of my own cigarette without the scent of mint ruining it. Deciding this was not the right place for me to stand, I pushed off the wall and made my way towards a group of teenagers sitting Indian style in the floor. I put out my cigarette in a random solo cup with just enough beer left in it to make sure it didn't burn a hole, when a girl grabbed my hand, pulling me down to be apart of the circle. "What's going on?" I asked, noting the empty glass bottle in the middle of us. "We're not playing some middle school spin the bottle are we? Because I'm a little to old for that shit."

"Nah, man," some guy across from me replied, eyes bloodshot and probably high as hell. "We're playing spin and lock in. We play it at all the parties." I had no idea what the hell spin and lock in was, but apparently I was apart of it now. Arguing made me drop my attention from the circle and look over my shoulder. Goddamn it, she kills me in those shorts. I could get off just looking at her. That's if she didn't say anything. Rosalie was arguing with her drunk friend from the shop who seemed to be pulling her towards the circle. Well I'll be damned.

"I don't want to play this fucking game! Last time I got locked in all night with Travis! Fucking Travis Acord! No way in hell!" Rosalie argued, fighting in her friend's grip.

"Don't be so uptight, Rosalie! God, you're becoming just like your mother," her friend mumbled. I was chuckling myself until Rosalie's expression changed. I'm guessing that was a touchy subject, not that I gave a shit, she lives in the perfect world. Shaking my head, I focused my attention back to the circle that Rosalie and her friend had joined.

"Ladies and gents," a guy sitting across from me began. "Are you ready to play spin and lock in?" He asked. The circle responded with shouts and many teenagers holding up their cups. "Alright then, let's begin!" He reached forward and grabbed the bottle. "Here's how it goes, I'll spin the bottle and whoever it lands on, is stuck in a room with me for the night. Locked in. The person it lands on will spin again and whoever it lands on spins to see who they'll be spending the evening with. Remember, you're locked in 'till morning. And don't worry, there's plenty of rooms in this big ass house for all of us."

The cirlce whooped again and the guy motioned with his hands for them to quiet down. He then placed the bottle back in the circle and spun it. The circle became silent as the bottle spun, the glass making a scratching noise against the hardwood floors. I wasn't sure if I was down with all of this. I mean, I had every intention of getting drunk and leaving to have my way with my not so "friend" with benefits. I didn't want to be locked in with some loser from a high school party, I never even finished high school.