it's almost christmas..
Title: Stupid Gyrating Bottle
Fandom: America’s Next Top Model: Cycle 4
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kahlen/Christina
Word Count: 816
Summary: The party where everyone, not just Brittany, goes crazy!
Disclaimer: don’t own them. They are their own people.
Feedback: would be very much appreciated.
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It was another night out, another party where you could dance and get drunk at the same time.
They all egg her on to take a turn. Rebecca finally agrees to spin the empty bottle of hypnotiq that most of you sitting at the table just downed. Rebecca shouts something which you didn’t quite catch, and then she raises her eyebrows suggestively at you.
She was just being a dork really. But you absolutely love that nonetheless. The both of you were two queer wads in a pod. Yup, you got along that well to use that phrase. Haha.
The guys on the table are all wearing smug grins and they also cock their heads at you and you don’t now why.
Then Rebecca spins the bottle. At first it’s revolving so fast, and then it started to slow down that you could already read the label. Well, you were drunk. You couldn’t actually read it anyway.
Its neck then comes at a stop. You follow where it’s pointed to.
Holy crap! Christina? She’s a girl! Rebecca’s going to kiss a girl!!
Christina starts to uneasily shift in her seat. Well, who wouldn’t? She was going to kiss a queer wad of the same sex!
Even if you were in a dark, place and even if you were drunk as hell. You could still tell that she was blushing very, very hard.
You glance at Rebecca. She’s laughing her head off. Queer wad, she enjoyed this evidently.
Everyone starts chanting, “Kiss her! Kiss her!”
Then you join in.
“Kiss her! Kiss her!” you shout with just as much fervor.
The chanting abruptly stops. All eyes fall on you.
Then it all horribly fell into place, even though you were losing brain cells (AKA: drunk).
Rebecca spun for you. That stupid queer wad! Urgh! How could she?? You felt like jumping over the table and choking her, then and there. If only you weren’t as drunk as you were, you would’ve jumped over and would be now choking her.
“C’mon Kahlen, Christina’s waiting!” she says, mocking every drunk bit of you.
“Guys, you can’t possibly be serious?!” you chuckle nervously.
Keenyah speaks up and shouts, “Come on and kiss her already!”
“But-But she’s a girl!” you sputter out. You wanted to get up and leave. But your stupid drunk cerebral system didn’t do any wonders for your knees. They just wouldn’t stop shaking.
“Yeah, and are you chicken-shit?” one of the guys rudely questions you.
“No…” you answer right away.
“Then go on. It’s the rule. You gotta kiss her.” He declares like he was fucking Zeus.
“No. Way.” You counter. Wow. What a comeback. That was the best you could think of?
“Look, I’d kiss him-” he taps the back of his buddy next to him “-if the stupid bottle pointed at him.”
The lengths people would go to prove their points.
“I’d even kiss him now if you wanted to!” he says, digging deeper and deeper into his fox hole. His friend started to look mortified.
Yeah, they certainly go the extra mile. It was amusing how his friend was slowly inching away from him.
“Oh, I’d like to see you try. Kiss him then.”
He asked for it, asshole.
It all happened so fast, he pecked the guy lightly on the lips. Come the cat-calls and whistles, the guy punches his harasser hard on the face.
“Fuck man!” he says, gagging in obvious disgust.
The sleaze, wincing in pain says, “Kiss her already.”
If he could do it, then fine. You had no choice: you were going to kiss Christina.
Everyone was looking at you again, expecting your answer.
You let out an agitated breath. “Fine, I’ll kiss her! Happy now?”
Intoxicated nods of approval and “alrights!” were let out all around. Rebecca was shaking her head in disbelief. She even went as far as raising her eyebrows, giving you the ‘are-you-so-totally-serious?’ look. Then I give her a ‘oh-I’m-so-totally-serious’ smirk.
You look for her again. The girl you were going to kiss. Your eyes dart everywhere but you couldn’t find her.
“Where’s Christina?” somebody asks.
“Smart, she just left. We didn’t even notice! Quickness! ” Brittany drawls, trying to snap her fingers after the ‘quickness’ part.
You sigh in relief. She’s gone. You don’t have to kiss her!
Then this weird thing happens to you. You feel slightly disappointed. Maybe it was because you weren’t able to act up and prove it to this guy that you weren’t ‘chicken-shit’. Or maybe it was because you actually wanted to find out what flavor of lip-gloss she was wearing.
You hoped it was the former. With that, you stood up, pursuit in mind.
You were guessing it was a nice mix of strawberry and alcohol. Christina had no choice: she was going to have to kiss a queer wad of the same sex.