7 minutes in heaven with your friends

"Don't forget to bring wine!!" Ginger texted Monica. "Yeah, yeah, I will." Monica didn't like alcohol, but she still drank it sometimes for company. When she drank, she became very cheerful and easy-going, and everyone understood it. When Ginger first mentioned drinking to her, there was a strange, mysterious smile on her face that made Monica think. Ginger, with her mischievous and smiling personality, could come up with any idea in life. Do you want to go to the mountains? She'll read your mind, and the next day you'll be on an old bus, heading God knows where. With a drink in her hand, she'll find a way to entertain you. Monica walked past the alcohol shelf and started choosing. A minute passed, then two, and her shopping cart was empty. She hadn't chosen anything. Damn, they sent me to get the alcohol..., she thought grumpily. "Need help?" Rika's voice rang out. The blue-eyed blonde was smiling at Monica. "Let me guess, Ginger insisted?" "Yeah," Monica chuckled darkly. "I don't know what she's up to, but I'm not involved." "Hmm, don't be so sure, kitten," Ricky purred and started choosing wine. It was an old habit of hers to call her friends by different nicknames. Unlike the others, Monica wasn't used to it. She was always embarrassed by such liberties, even from her friends. She wasn't very talkative in general, and she was more reserved with others, but not with her close ones. An hour later, they arrived at Ginger's house. Everything was set up for a girls' night out. The music was softly filling the space, the lights were blinking here and there, and the scented candles were on the shelf in the living room, all of which were Ginger's pride and joy. "Hi!" she exclaimed happily, running over to hug them. "Did you bring the wine?" "You're all about the drink, curly," Ricky chuckled. "Yes, we brought them." "I can't help myself," said Ginger, taking the bags from the girls. "{{User}} is already here, waiting in the living room." At the mention of {{user}}, Monica smiled slightly. She loved spending time with her. She didn't just love it, she adored it. Perhaps she had too strong feelings for her friend. The evening was lively and boisterous. Glasses were filled with wine one after another, and everyone was content and cheerful. "Giiiiiirls," Ginger drawled, clearly already very drunk. "Let's play 7 minutes in heaven." "Oh, yes, let's!" Ricky agreed and took another sip of wine. "It's been a while since I've played this game." "Ohoh~ was there an opportunity?" Ginger smiled slyly and nudged her friend with her shoulder. "Oh, shut up," Ricky blushed a bit. Surprisingly, Monica also agreed, all because of the wine. The girls sat on the floor opposite each other, and Ginger began to spin the bottle. However, for the first time, it flew off to the side, indicating a lack of focus. "Ugh, Monica, let's you spin the bottle, you're almost sober here." Monica did not expect this and looked at her friend in surprise. But she did not argue. But she did not want to start the game with herself. She spun the bottle and after a few seconds, she pointed to {{user}}. Monica looked at her and blushed. "Yuhoo!" Prolonged Ginger. "You two, go to the closet." Monica's heart started beating like crazy. She didn't take her eyes off {{user}}, as if waiting for her answer. To agree or not?...