Spin my Head Right Round (CLOSED)

He raised an eyebrow, obviously it was going to land on her. That was just his luck. He shrugged and placed his bottle down, giving everyone a warning look before making his way over to her.

He looked her dead in the eyes before wrapping his arm around her waist pulling her against him. Then after a quick smile he slowly moved in for the kiss, starting off softly and slowly working his way deeper into the kiss then breaking away.

She was pulled close to him, but only raised an eyebrow in return, kissing him back, of course. She let him control the pace (wouldn't want to bruise his enormus ego, would we?) but kissed him with a force. He was warm, of course, but that's because he was fire. Duh.

She let him deepen the kiss, tongues warring, before she let him, let him pull away. She smirked at him and sat back down. "I knew the rumors weren't true." She said, lying through her teeth.

She was a better kisser than he was, that was for sure.

Another bout of surprise, though, Damian wasn't about to complain. He slid his tongue into her mouth, slowly, his tongue finding hers. She tasted like the firewhiskey they'd been drinking and something else that Damian realized was just Iva.

With a bit of uncertainty, he explored her mouth, tongue stroking tongue, even as his hands pulled her closer. He had pulled her body against his and still she was too far away while he kissed her in a way that was unfamiliar, yet dizzying. Damian didn't really know what he was doing, but Merlin, it felt so right...

He raised and eyebrow and brought his bottle back to his lips to down the rest of the bottle. "And which rumor would that be?" He asked.

Karma smirked around her own bottle. "The one about you being a great kisser, Hothead. That one." She gulped down three more mouthfuls of the burning Vodka that she'd brought, finishing her own bottle.

He sniggered. "Didn't see you complaining a second ago half fang. Seemed to me like i pulled away too soon." He said giving her a wink before taking the bottle from the person sat beside him since his was now empty.

Karma raised an eyebrow. "I let you set the pace, Half Flame, so it was your move. I was only being polite. If there's a next time, I'll set the pace, but what's the chance of that?" She swiped up another bottle, a lazy grin on her face. "You weren't terrible, but you're definitely not the best kisser around, as the rumors go." she amended.

Out of nowhere, she pointed at Iva. "OY LOVEBIRDS! BREAK IT UP! IT'S YOUR TURN!" She smiled sweetly. "Iva, please spin."

Iva, just getting into the groove of this kissing thing, enjoying Damian's closeness, taste, touch, and just about everything else, was torn away from her fantasy by Karma's yelling. She softly pulled away, a sheepish grin on her face as she looked at Karma. Her hands was still on Damian's lap, soft proclaiming, this is mine.

"I am sorry," she said, reaching for the bottle. She exmained it, then said flatly, "I just spin it, right?"

She placed the bottle down and spun it hard, watching it spin too fast to count. Finally, it slowed and landed on Jet to Iva's surprise.

She crawled around the circle to sit on his lap, her face close to his. "Jet, we have to kiss now, yes?"

Jet grinned down at the little Slytherin in his lap. "It would seem the bottle has chosen me, so that's a yes." He chuckled low. "And since Karma has demonstrated how it had to be done..."

He kissed her. Hard. At first he teased her tongue into responding, then kissed her deeper. There was absolutely nothing innocent about it.

Gently, and slowly, he pulled away, a smirk forming on his lips as he let the young girl go. "How was that, Songbird?"

Damian let out a small groan as Iva pulled away. Stupid Karma, he thought. His own hand resting over Iva's, he shot a glare at the male members of their little gathering - and some of the female.

Wincing as the bottle stopped spinning, pointing at that ruddy pretty boy, nonetheless, Damian snatched up another bottle of firewhiskey and threw back a scorching swallow. Maybe he shouldn't look, but he just... couldn't... look... away...

Damian jumped to his feet and cut directly across the circle, pulling Iva away from the older boy. "That's enough!" he snarled at him.

Iva wrapped her arms behind Jet's neck, kissing back with as much gusto as Jet gave. Against her will, she gave a low groan,her tongue battling with his. She went with him as he pulled away, smirking.

"A bit short," she joked before she was pulled away by Damian. She glared at him, standing up and walking out of the circle.

"What are you, my dad?" she snapped, "You are such a loser, Damian!" Her friendly name for him had disappeared.

"What am I?" Damian snapped back at the girl, following after her. "Try your boyfriend! Or doesn't that matter? Guess not, if you're willing to let some pretty boy snog the sense outta you!

"You know what? Forget it! You wanna kiss other people, go for it! I can kiss other people, too."

Marching back into the circle, Damian took a firm hold of the bottle and gave it a vicious spin.

Iva put a hand on her hip, sneering.

"Go ahead," she snapped, "I dare you to kiss someone else. I dare you."

Iva watched, trying to hide the hurt in her eyes. She was near the back of the room, ready to head out if... if.. she didn't even know.

Damian snorted. "You think I won't?" he taunted. "Or maybe you think I haven't? Hmm?" Sneering back at her, he declared a bit cruelly, "You're not the only girl in the school, y'know."

He turned his gaze back to the bottle, trembling with anger - and hurt - as he waited for it to slow to a stop...

"Guys it's only a game." Karma said, still sitting in the circle. She watched the bottle worridly, knowing if the bottle stopped on her it would make any arguments invalid. "The kisses don't mean anything." She looked at Jet. "Right, Neighbor?"

Jet debated argueing for arguements sake, but he nodded anyway. "Yeah, sure." He smiled at Iva, then at the Hufflepuff boy. "It was all in fun, that's all."

Rhys grabbed Karma's hand and pulled her closer, still bristling from earlier. If looks could kill, Arsen wold be dead by now.

"I disagree. Kisses are important,"

Karma looked at Rhys with a warning in her eyes. "They are not." She said, obviously telling him to drop it. His jealousy would only make things worse. He was a pet first, a play thing second. He needed to get that through his head. She slipped a finger under his collar from the party, which she'd disillusioned after everyone else had left. She gave it a sharp tug to remind him. You are a pet. She moved her hand in such a way that to anyone else it would look as if she was caressing his neck. Comforting him.

"I think, what Neighbor's trying to say is... it's only a game. And if you were against a kissing game, then you shouldn't have come." Jet offered. Karma nodded in agreement, taking her hand back from Rhys and deciding to ignore him for the time being.

She looked down at the bottle, to see it slowing to a stop before Aria.

Well, at least it wasn't her.

Aria lifted a blond brow. This, she decided, as she watched one of the Hufflepuff boys become jealous, is what must happen when kissing and alcohol were mixed. She tended to agree with Karma, despite the fact that she'd only kissed the once, and with J.J. at that. The simple fact was that kissing had little meaning to the girl - it was merely an action.

The bottle stopped spinning and Aria started in surprise when she noted it was pointed at herself. Oh, she did not want to be in the middle of this little... what was it? A lovers' quarrel? That was the only term she could think of.

Sitting straighter, Aria glanced at the boy, Damian, then Iva, and back again. "It's only a game," she echoed Jet and Karma. Her mismatched eyes met Damian's steadily. "So, are you playing, or not?"

Damian stared at the girl, a Slytherin by the name of Aria, he knew. She was a rather pretty blonde with different colored eyes. Half the boys Damian knew or overheard talking thought she was beautiful. A guy would have to be blind not to think so, really.

The boy swallowed, but refused to turn around to look at Iva. He couldn't; he wouldn't. Damian hadn't even been upset with her, so why'd she have to go and get mad at him? Couldn't she understand how he must feel to see her kiss some other guy in such a way?

Gaze hardening, partially in response to Aria's words, Damian went over to the girl. Putting one hand behind her neck, he brought his face to hers... and stopped when his lips were still an inch away, scrunching his eyes shut as a lump formed in his throat.

Iva was behind him and at the other side of the room. Furthermore, the room was dimly lit; Iva wouldn't be able to tell that he wasn't really kissing Aria. He couldn't, and he didn't really want to, but Iva didn't know that.

And so, Damian remained in that position, not kissing one of the prettiest girls in school, knowing that he was probably hurting the one person he cared about more than he had previously realized.

Iva watched the two locking lips, her chest consumed by a void feeling. He did it. he really did it. She kept her eyes on them, unable to look away. Kissing other girls, he had said. How stupid was she?

"Just a game," she grumbled, crossing her arms and heading towards the door. She wasn't staying for this; she had some pride left. The whiskey making her more emotional than usual, Iva found her eyes had become moist. She snorted at herself as she pushed open the door and calmly walked out.

Aria sighed softly, putting a hand on Damian's collarbone and pushing him away.

"She's gone," the blonde stated.

She watched the boy, brow furrowed slightly. He'd been determined to prove to Iva that he would kiss someone else, she was certain of it, yet he didn't follow through. All he had done was let her believe he had done.

Why did the simple act of kissing mean so much to some and so little to others? Aria didn't understand...

Damian allowed the Slytherin to push him away, slowing drawing in a breath, eyes still shut. Blowing it back out, his eyes snapped open and he jumped up and away from Aria.

Snatching up a bottle of firewhiskey and not stopping to see if it belonged to anyone, Damian stalked across the room and left, making sure to travel in the direction opposite to where Iva would have gone.

Karma sighed. And after all the work she'd put into getting those two together....

She took a huge swig of a new bottle, as Ian had taken hers, and picked up the bottle that was being spun. "Who wants to go next?" She asked.

Dimitri was walking randomly through school corridors, he was in a very bad mood and wanted to be alone. Some time ago this girl, a real troublemaker, left him feeling completely confused and unsure in himself. Not to mention that he almost killed the girl he's kind of dating.

Iva?, the boy realized, seeing her going out from somewhere. "Hey Iv...", he called her but was then interrupted by a boy who left ofter her. Theh he was suddenly interested by a door appearing out of thin air. He caught them, as they were still open, and entered a room full of people, including the troublemaker from before.

Karma glanced at the door, hoping it was Ian or Iva coming back, but instead...

"Dimi?" She asked, both mentally and verbally. She cocked her head to the side and smiled a sweet smile. "come and spin!" She quickly explained the situation mentally, showing him a smorgus board of memories of the game. The one of her and Arsen's kiss was skipped, though, oddly.

She moved to the side and patted the space next to her, between her and Jet. She unconsciously decided that having him sit next to Rhys was probably not the best decision.