Kurt

Once again Heather's first spin resulted in the bottle pointing right back at herself. Laughing she span again, and as the bottle came to rest pointing at her cousin, Heather gave an inward sigh. Of all the people in the room, Kurt was the last one she wanted to take clothes off of. Thankfully, his shirt was the only thing he had lost, so she could keep this as simple as possible.

Making her way over to him, she stuck out her right hand. "Shoes, now."

"What, not going to show off for me like you were for Gavin?" Kurt asked, not moving to let her at his feet.

"Just give me your fucking shoes, Kurt" she answered crossly.

"Okay, fine, don't bite my head off," he responded, sticking out his legs. "Though, if you wanted to suck on my other head that would be a different story."

Not even bothering to acknowledge what he had just said, Heather squatted down and began to reach for Kurt's feet. Grabbing his shoes, she yanked them off and tossed them into the pile. Returning to her seat she allowed a strut back into her step catching the eyes of Zack and even Gavin as he momentarily looked up from the floor.

Smirking, Kurt moved to the middle for his next spin.