Spin The Bottle
Andrei had considered the game of Strip Poker, but he was too sober for that still. Being around sexually charged teenagers would awake the frenzy in him, making him want to feed. His senses hadn't dulled enough yet. So, he took his bottle of bourbon and joined the game of Spin the Bottle.
How this was a wiser move was anyone's guess, but Andrei simply figured at least these people had clothes on, right? And it was a lot better than truth or dare. And hey, maybe if he was lucky, he'd get upgraded to seven minutes in heaven. With complimentary blowjob, or a bite. What the hell ever.
Okay, so maybe he was a little drunk.
He'd joined the game. He was looking nice, his brightly coloured shirt shaping his frame nicely, the short sleeves accentuating his muscled arms. Ain't no bad thing to have to kiss him, right? He grinned when the bottle landed on him, wiggling his eyebrows at the bottle-spinner opposite of him.