When all five of the Son Of Dork boys staggered into the house, totally plastered, none of them seemed to realize that only two of them actually lived there. James flopped down onto the sofa, and let out a drunken giggle. “I don’t want the night to be over yet, we have to do something,” he said, poking Danny in the side with every syllable he spoke.

Chris had helped himself to a beer from the fridge, as had Dave. He took a swig from the bottle, “Yeah? And do I want to know what you’ll come up with in this state?” Even although he, himself, had also knocked back a considerable amount of alcohol that night, he seemed to be the most sober.

“Spin-The-Bottle!” Steve proclaimed excitedly.

“And the teenager speaks!” Danny announced. “You seriously expect us to play Spin-The-Bottle?” His question was answered when Steve grabbed his arms and tried to pull him up off the sofa, with no success.

“Geez… When’d you get so heavy?” Steve frowned, his hands on his hips. Then an idea seemed to occur to him. He wandered round the back of the sofa and, without any hesitation, reached down behind Danny’s back. Danny sprang up from the sofa.

“Did you just pinch my ass?”

Steve ignored him. “Now you’re up, you can sit here.” He put his hands on Danny’s shoulders and steered him to a spot on the floor, before shoving the drummer down with all the strength he had. It worked, and Danny sank to the ground. “Okie-dokie.” Steve surveyed his work so far. “Dave, you sit here.” Dave complied straight away. “Chris, next to him.” Chris also complied, partly because he was finding it quite funny that Steve hadn’t just told them to sit in a circle. “James, here.” James slid off the sofa and into the spot Steve was pointing to. There was just a space for the bassist left. “Hang on, I’ll go get a bottle,” he stumbled out the room, and returned a few seconds later with an empty wine bottle. “Perfect.” He sat cross-legged between Danny and James and set the bottle in the centre of the circle. “Okay, who wants to go first?”

“Wait,” Chris held up a hand. “Is this truth or dare? Or are we doing the American ‘snog the person it lands on’ tactic?”

Steve considered this, which looked quite comical, considering he was doing the classic stroke of the chin. “American,” he decided finally.

Chris took a swig of his beer, trying to hide the smirk that had formed on his face. If anyone remembered this in the morning, they were going to kill Steve. “I’ll go first,” he volunteered, since no-one else seemed to be. He reached forward and spun the bottle carefully. They all watched as it spun, curious to see where it would land. It slowed to a stop finally, the neck pointing at Steve.

“The oldest and the youngest,” James mused. “Interesting concept.”

“Should be an awesome kiss though,” Dave voiced, holding his now empty beer bottle over his mouth, trying to shake in the final few drops.

“Let’s just get this over and done with,” Chris said to Steve, who nodded. “Move back, James.” James shunted back slightly, and they both moved over towards each other. The kiss was short, but there was no doubt that it was real. They moved back into their places and James slid forward again.

“Right.” Steve put a hand on the bottle and flicked his wrist so it was sent spinning again. Once again, five sets of eyes watched it intently. “Dave,” Steve said, in case none of them had realized that the green glass object was pointing at the Welsh boy’s Converses. Both of them moved into the circle and kissed quickly over the bottle, not even bothering to try to fake it because the three older guys were watching them carefully.

Dave, who had since discarded his beer bottle, reached towards the larger bottle, within seconds it was spinning on its side again. Chris let out a groan as it stopped. “I’ve already gone! Can’t I nudge it slightly so it’s pointing at James?”

James giggled, “Come on, Chris. Play the game properly. Kiss the other youngster.” Chris glared at him and leant over, kissing Dave. “Did you use tongue?” James asked once they’d broken away.

“You’re meant to in a snog,” Chris informed him. “Why? Not like the thought of having to stick your tongue down one of our throats?” It was said in a simple, yet taunting, manner. It did the job it was meant to.

James pouted, “I’m not scared.”

Chris smirked at him and spun the bottle again. “Well, now’s your time to prove that you’re not scared.” The bottle had landed on James.

“No problem.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Chris said, an evil glint in his eye. James grabbed a handful of his t-shirt and pulled him, proving that he wasn’t afraid to use tongue. “See?” he said proudly after he’d let go. “My turn.” The bottle was spun again. They all stared at it again. It wasn’t the kisses that seemed to enchant them; it was the green blur that always appeared to take ages to slow to a halt. It hypnotised them all, and they couldn’t tear their gaze away.

Danny groaned, “It had to come sooner or later, didn’t it?” He sighed, “Steve, move. James, come here. Let’s just get this done.” Steve pulled himself back out of the circle. James crawled over to Danny. Their lips touched and they kissed, which was what everyone had done. But as Chris watched, he realised that it seemed to be getting deeper and deeper. The three of them gaped as they both rose up on their knees, Danny’s hand finding its way into James’ hair. James placing one of his on the small of Danny’s back.

As they made no move to stop, both Steve and Dave moved over to sit on either side of Chris. “Something tells me they’re not going to let go for a while,” Steve commented.

“That’ll be a story to tell,” Dave remarked. “Got together while playing Spin-The-Bottle.”

“Guess this game was created for a reason…” Chris added, watching in amusement as Danny sank back onto the floor, James on top of him. “Amazing what you reveal when you’re drunk…”