The one female he didn't want to

Zack spun the bottle with a lot less enthusiasm the second time. The glass receptacle barely spun three whole turns before stopping. A girl sounding an awful lot like Heather shouted “REDO!” but quickly followed with “NEVERMIND!” when she saw who the bottle was pointing to.

“You’re not coming ANYWHERE near me with THAT thing flopping about like that!” Taylor shouted.

“Sorry Tay, but RULES is RULES!” Hannah laughed at her best friend’s misfortune.

“FUCK YOU, HANNAH!” the older Bishop snarled.

“I would let you, but we haven’t gotten that far in the game yet, Sweetie!” the blonde co-ed stuck her tongue out.

“I’m sorry Taylor!” Zack apologized to his sister.

“Shove it up your ass! I’ll handle this for you!” said Taylor.

“What are you gonna handle for him, Taylor?” Madison asked, causing everyone except the two Bishop’s to burst out laughing.

Taylor flipped Madison the bird as she slid her sandals off her own feet and tossed them onto the pile.

“LAAAAAAAA-AAAME!” Heather chanted.

“Yeah? So What? I’d be a bit more receptive to the idea if The Human Baseball Bat over there wasn’t my brother! Or if he was a lot less naked!” Taylor retorted, which brought another round of laughter from the group, and made her brother turn an even darker shade of red.

“New rule: Someone lands on you; you have to let them strip you!” Hannah and Ashley teased in unison.

“Yeah, he’s still not touching me! Or kissing me when we get to that part! No matter how many rules you make. Anyone who says otherwise is getting a swirly dunk in the toilet! End of discussion!” Taylor warned.

The older brunette then went to the middle and spun the bottle. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw who it was pointing to.