07-20-2018, 06:15 PM
Arrow watched the bottle spin, eyes widening in curiosity to see where and when it would stop. The first attempt at a spin made her snort, the sound of the scratch from the pebble and glass colliding was an irritating one. The suspense was the fun part, the action that followed up was nothing. And speaking of that action, the bottle picked her to smooch the ghost. Unlike poor Beck, dread was not what she was feeling, not at all.
"I am the chosen one." She joked, obviously amused at the reaction of their leader. This was definitely a little more awkward than if she'd been chosen for literally anyone else, even the big ol' reptile who was so curious about this game spreading disease. "Sorry, Beck." With a small apology in advance, she gently attempted a light smooch on Beck's good cheek.. Even though he was, you know, a ghost. Were there rules about playing this with ghosts? "You got lucky, sport. So who's spinning the bottle of doom now?" If it was her turn she technically already used it, since Beck was a chicken. Nah, that was mean. She wasn't gonna tease him.
"I am the chosen one." She joked, obviously amused at the reaction of their leader. This was definitely a little more awkward than if she'd been chosen for literally anyone else, even the big ol' reptile who was so curious about this game spreading disease. "Sorry, Beck." With a small apology in advance, she gently attempted a light smooch on Beck's good cheek.. Even though he was, you know, a ghost. Were there rules about playing this with ghosts? "You got lucky, sport. So who's spinning the bottle of doom now?" If it was her turn she technically already used it, since Beck was a chicken. Nah, that was mean. She wasn't gonna tease him.