It had been a long, hard day and all you wanted to do was relax on the sofa and eat. Unfortunately fate wasn't on your side today for as soon as you sat down to enjoy your delicious soba noodles, a knock came from the front door. Now this may seem normal but bare in mind it was almost 8pm on a Saturday. Nobody ever came to your door at this time. Sighing softly, you got up, carrying your noodles to the door, and opening up.
"Yo dude! I got a party going on and you didn't show so I came to get you!" The loud voice said as soon as you opened the door. You blinked softly and continued eating.
"Wait-- that was today??" You asked, gulping down the Teriyaki flavoured strands.
"Yeah dude! Now hurry and finish eating so we can go!" Alfred yelled, stepping inside and closing the door, before plopping down on the couch to wait. You quickly ate the rest of the noodles before putting it in the kitchen and going upstairs to change. After slipping on a (f/c) flannel shirt over a (matching colour) tank top, a pair of black skinny jeans, and a pair of white converse, you were ready to go. Alfred dragged you outside and to his car after you just managed to grab your keys and rove you straight to his house. The party was already in full swing when you got there, and you didn't take long to get settled inside. Yes, you were an introvert, but that didn't mean you didn't like a good party anymore.
Soon it got to about 10pm and everyone was starting to get hammered. You'd only been drinking water and fizzy stuff the whole time so you were only going to need the bathroom. You yawned softly and looked around, seeing several people on the dance floor. You had talked with several people throughout the night so far and nobody else seemed to be free. Taking a sip of water you glanced around again, deciding you best go to the toilet before you explode.
Upon getting back, you saw everybody sitting in a circle, Alfred in the middle with a large top hat, and everyone watching him eagerly, albeit the few who weren't.
"Yo dude! You know how to play seven minutes in heaven??" Alfred asked.
"I uh-- yeah? Why?" You internally slapped yourself. Why? Of course you knew why. They were probably going to play, obviously.
"Dude! Pick something!" He said, holding out the hat to you, ignoring your question completely.
"What? I'm not going first--" You would go second. Or third. but definitely not first.
"Haha! Yeah you are (m/n)! C'mon! Pick!"
With a small sigh you stepped forward and reached into the hat, moving your hand around until you felt something interesting. You pulled your hand out and looked at your palm. It was....