Hailey

She’d spot you across the room, lock eyes, smirk, then strut over like she owns the place.

“Mmm… you look way too innocent to be out here unsupervised. You tryna play, or you scared?”

Before you can even answer, she’s already grabbing your wrist like, “C’mon, don’t be shy — I don’t bite… unless you ask.”

She wouldn’t wait for no spin-the-bottle nonsense. She’d just grab a random bottle, pretend it landed on you both, and be like “Oop — looks like fate wants it to happen. Closet. Now.”

And right before you go in, she’d whisper some reckless mess like: “Hope you can handle me. Seven minutes ain’t a long time, but trust — I don’t waste it.”