The volume of the music blasting through the speakers was nearly deafening as the neon lights danced across Ophelia's face. The liquor slid down her throat with a fiery sensation as her expression soured. She sets the shot glass down onto the table, watching as Sam places a lime wedge between his teeth. He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers and letting her bite down on the sour fruit to chase the shot with. The juice coated her throat, making the burn disappear as Sam grinned against her lips. He pulled away, taking the wedge from his mouth and placing it into the shot glass. He pulled her in for another kiss, the alcohol on his lips providing a sweet taste. "Wanna take another?" Sam asks quietly, stroking his hand over her cheek. "Mhm." Ophelia nods, watching as he grabs the bottle of tequila.
She leans against the counter as he brings the bottle to his lips, taking a swig for himself. She waits for him to pick up the shot glass and pour her another one, but instead, he pours more liquor into his own mouth. He grabs her jaw, making her look up at him as he pulls her chin down with his thumb, forcing her mouth open. She looks up at him, holding her mouth open as her eyes locked with his. He spit the shot into her mouth, rubbing her chin with his thumb as she swallowed it. She stared at him with a wide eyed expression, letting out a breath. "That was so hot." She mumbles under her breath, and a smirk begins playing on his lips.
He went to respond, but before he could, he was cut off by the music going silent. Although neither of them could see her, they both recognized the voice as Jessie's. "Everyone get in a circle!" Her voice was loud enough for the entire party to hear. Sam and Ophelia shared a look before he took her hand and dragged her to the circle. "What are they doing?" She asks curiously, squeezing his hand as she follows closely behind. "Since the theme of this party is the early 2010s, it's only fitting we play seven minutes in heaven." Jessie announces with a huge grin on her face. "But instead of a closet, you've got the spare bedroom all to yourselves." She motions to the door behind her, and the crowd erupts with cheers. "Who wants to go first?" Jessie holds up the empty beer bottle.
"You seriously wanna play this?" Ophelia asks, giving Sam a confused look. "On the off chance we get that room to ourself for seven minutes, yeah, I wanna play." He gives her a smile, and she sighs. "And if you get someone else?" She raises an eyebrow, turning away from him and watching two people enter the room. "I'll pretend to get sick. I'd imagine you would do the same." He shrugs, leaning back on his hands as he looks over at her. Ophelia wasn't pleased with his response in the slightest, but she decided to put it past her. She watched as everyone fell into conversations, waiting for the first seven minutes to be up. "Are you mad?" Sam asks, looking over at the girl. "No. It's fine." She mumbles shortly, avoiding eye contact. "Come on, lighten up a little, James." He teases, and she rolls her eyes, staying silent.
After the first couple was done, exiting the room with messy hair and half their clothes missing, Jessie handed the bottle to a random girl. "Seriously, Lia. Tell me if you're mad." He says, taking her hand into his. "Just stop, Sam." She says, looking over at him, "If you want an excuse to fuck another girl just tell me. I wouldn't wanna get in the way of you sleeping with the other half of the girls that go here." She snaps, visibly annoyed at the brunette. He narrows his eyes at her, "What's that supposed to mean?" Before she could respond and blow it off, she heard Jessie calling Sam's name. "Oh, Samuel!" She yells in a song-song voice, and Sam sighs before looking up at her. Jessie was stumbling across the circle, and Ophelia could tell she had consumed more liquor than she could handle.
Jessie walks up to Sam and puts her hand on his shoulder, every other person in the circle looking at the two of them. "You've been selected." Jessie drunkenly waves to the bottle pointing at him, and Ophelia's jaw clenches when she sees the girl across the circle grinning at him. "Oh, I'm not-" Sam begins, but Jessie pulls him to his feet. "You're going." She slurs, tugging Sam along and basically throwing him at the girl. Ophelia didn't know the girl well, she'd only seen her twice at parties, and both times she was sucking the face off an innocent bachelor. "Let's go." The girl chides, and Sam gives Ophelia an apologetic look before following her into the room. "Seven minutes starts... Now!" Jessie yells excitedly, and Ophelia felt her blood boiling in her veins. She had no idea what could be happening behind that door, but even the idea of him being locked in a bedroom with a different girl made her upset.
