"We're going to spin the bottle for the next dare," Raphael announced, mischief dancing in his eyes.
Maximilian raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes. "This should be good," he murmured, leaning back against the log with his arms crossed.
Victor, sitting beside Eve, cast Raphael a sidelong glance. "You're just looking for trouble, aren't you?"
Raphael chuckled. "Isn't that what makes it fun?"
Eve, still sitting close to Victor after her previous dare, couldn't help but feel a little on edge. She watched as Raphael placed the bottle on the ground, anticipation in the air as everyone gathered a little closer to the fire.
The flames danced behind them, casting long shadows across their faces, and the night seemed to hum with energy.
"Alright, here we go," Raphael said giving the bottle a sharp spin. It whirled on the grass, glinting in the firelight as everyone watched it with a mix of curiosity and anticipation.