Watching the scene unfold with a relative disinterest, Vassilis twirled the joint around in his fingers like it were a nervous habit he'd had for years; he wondered when spin-the-bottle had become such a tongue-in-someone-else's-cheek kind of game — then again it was a damn college party. It's not like everyone back in middle school was good and liquored up back in the day (though Vassilis himself might have been...once or twice._
Vassilis felt - if only a little - like he'd already spun his bottle — hell, his whole damn head spun, still, and he didn't even feel particularly high anymore. He cursed himself for not spending more time in the coke room earlier, though he figured there'd probably be another somewhere along the line.
Though he paid partial attention, Vassilis - ever the observer - spoke out after the two spins and kisses, chuckling to himself like one of those cranky, old Muppets that sit their wrinkled asses up in the peanut gallery.
"Geez, G went to the "Heavy Freight Trucker" School of Making Out, eh?" He asked after G and My shared their...whatever the hell that was, a wry smile curled on his lips as he poked the joint into the corner of his mouth — not to smoke, just another poor habit. "Did her tongue taste like diesel fuel or five-hour energy?"
"Shit, Miranda, I think you showed the lad too good a time," V joked after the girl's equally tongue-laden adventure with the nice-enough seeming Tayvon. "I thought you were sucking the soul out of him. You good, Tayvon? Looked like your whole body slipped to attention there."
Stiff dick jokes aside, Vassilis couldn't help but notice Tayvon's rigid posture, and odd mixture of obvious unease but overt willingness — the whole thing screamed Starship Troopers to Vassilis, though he admitted to himself that his judgement was heavily impaired by a mix of things.
"My turn I see," He said finally, his hand reaching over the bottle for a lax, twisting spin.
It took several full, fast revolutions, the glass of the bottle scraping pleasantly against the old floor they congregated on. It came to a gradual stop, making as if it were going to end sooner than it did, nervously turning past My, then T, then G...it seemed to pause on Miranda for a split-second, but creeped further still to Rosa, almost stopping...then finally came to a screeching halt pointed directly as Vassilis himself.
With a laugh, and without missing a beat, V folded his own body into his arms like a sweeping romantic gesture, turning to his side and dipping down with an overly-dramatic smacking of his lips to sell the exaggerated smooch.
"As dashingly smokey as my mouth tastes," He said, looked to My with another, subtle smirk calling back what she said about his try-out kiss earlier. "I do believe I'm supposed to spin until I land on not me, yeah?"
When nobody seemed to protest to that, the horny immortal reached out with his hand once again to spin the bottle — though this time he did it with far less fervor, the bottle spinning fewer times and with not nearly as much force; it twisted and turned, pushing gratefully passed My by, further beyond Tayvon, slowing as it reached G, pushing juuuuust to the edge near the divide between G and Miranda; but, without the extra oomph, the bottle fell just short, pointing to a poked-out elbow of G's mere millimeters away from Miranda's side.
"Don't worry," He assured G, who still seemed flustered from her kiss with G; he wondered if the drug was still present on her lips — or if it was still present on his lips. That could potentially spell some danger, for either of them, or both. "I won't use tongue. It'll be quick and easy."
"I've heard that's how you operate." Miranda jabbed in at him from the side with a devious giggle.
