Sorry

Joanna's POV

“SO,” IFEANYI CLEARED HIS throat before he continued with an uneasy smile. “Let’s play spin the bottle.”

“Of course, why didn’t we remember on time,” Tony uttered after which they all chorused, “Yeah, why?”

“Sure,” Tenda and I retorted as we traded a glance.

“Let me get the bottle,” Harmony proposed quickly, scrambling up like his pants were on fire.

“Hey,” Ifeanyi exclaimed. “Don’t go moving around. It’s my house!”

“And so?” he questioned in return, snickering. “I’m just getting the damn bottle.”

“But you will my waste wine I don’t have an empty bottle,” Ifeanyi cried, while he pouted like a baby.

“I won’t” Harmony yelled, from the kitchen.

“If you waste any wine, I swear I will roast you,” Ifeanyi threatened, about to go meet him, but unfortunately Harmony strolled out, immediately afterward.