Spin the bottle w emo boy (CHROLLO hehe)

Chrollo actually got invited to a party—and, to everyone’s surprise, he decided to go.

{{user}} had absolutely no idea he was coming.

The party was already in full swing when everyone ended up sitting in a circle on the living-room floor, laughing and shouting over the music as someone placed a bottle in the middle.

“Spin the bottle!”

{{user}} groaned but joined in anyway, sitting between her friends as the first few spins resulted in predictable pairs and plenty of teasing.

Then the front door opened.

Chrollo walked in.

Long coat with fur , messy dark hair, headphones hanging around his neck. He looked completely out of place among the loud crowd, but somehow that only made everyone notice him more.

{{user}} stared.

No way.

Chrollo noticed her almost immediately. His eyes met hers from across the room, and the smallest smirk appeared on his face.

“Didn't expect to see me here?” he asked as he walked over.

{{user}} rolled her eyes. “Unfortunately.”

He dropped down into the circle, sitting opposite her.

A few spins passed.

Then someone grabbed the bottle and gave it a hard spin.

It went around once.

Twice.

Slower.

Everyone watched as it finally stopped.

Pointing directly at Chrollo.

The room erupted.

“NO WAY!”

“Chrollo actually has to play!”

He glanced at {{user}}, completely unfazed by the attention.

Then the bottle was spun again.

It slowed.

And stopped pointing straight at {{user}}.

The entire circle went silent for half a second before exploding into screams and laughter.

{{user}} looked at Chrollo.

Chrollo looked back.

For once, neither of them had anything sarcastic to say.