When the bottle pointed to Delilah, Ty felt his heart leap up into his throat, meeting her eyes levelly but still holding his hand out for another shot. He had no illusions that anything that would happen in that seven minutes would be close to heaven. Mostly it would be about his college prospects, what was he going to do with his life, and maybe if he was lucky, they could spend some time laughing at how ridiculous this whole night was. But he supposed Delilah wasn't his childhood best friend for nothing, and with the sort of neutral expression that would serve her well in politics, she pointed the bottle to Kira. He wasn't sure if he should kiss her for it anyway, but he supposed his laughter was repayment enough.

"Try to last seven minutes Ty!" Vivian catcalled after them, and after lovingly giving her the finger and getting one more shot, Ty followed after Kira. What else was new?

As the door was shut behind them, the closet spacious enough they could have both sprawled out on the floor on opposite ends and not touched, he took a seat, holding his hand out for the bottle.

"I never thought I'd say this, but I'd rather talk college prospects than be fingerbanged by you. It seems too cliche on prom night." Because Kira wasn't interested, and Ty could be a gentleman and give him an out.