"Everyone who lost the last round has to describe your partner in one word," Anna read off the card, giggling drunkenly.

Connie tipped her head. "Does it have to be an adjective, or anything?"

Adam leaned over her shoulder and read the examples. "Anything."

Hazel raised his hand. "I'll go first. Anna would be bubbles. Like those bubbles you blow as a kid, you know? Like soap but cool. Sweet. Adorable."

They laughed at their crossfaded partner and he pouted. "Adam... hmm... Adam would be Crown."

Adam wrinkled his nose. "Like the beer or royalty?"

"Yes."

Jamin looked right at Jacob and he raised an eyebrow. "Don't you fucking say it. I'll make you cry tonight, Jasmin."

"A bitch needs a good hard pounding," She replied bluntly. "Jester."

Jacob chuckled and shook his head. "Loophole finding little– Fire. Jasmin is fire. Sure, she could burn down your house and leave you broken, but she's addicting and passionate."

Connie kissed Steven and ran her fingers over the shells of his ears. He huffed softly, bringing her in for another. "Toilet paper."

Everyone started laughing so hard no one could hear Stevens indignant cry of pain as she tore him apart with a smile. "What?! Why?!"

Jacob caught his breath just barely to cry, "Cause you're full of shit!"

"No, no," Connie corrected quickly, grabbing his face so he'd stop sulking. "Listen to me! I've seen people fist fight over toilet paper during the pandemic. You need toilet paper. It's awful to live without it. You're also always trying to get into my pants."

He considered that begrudgingly and gave her a rueful smile. "You're so fucking lucky you're smart. You're so lucky or I'd tickle you until you pissed yourself. Connie would be wine."

Jasmin opened her eyes and forced herself to sit up. "Why wine?"

"Cause if you don't like her, it means you have no class."

The guys shook their heads in amazement. Only Steven De Mayo-Mahaswaren could come up with something that smooth on the spot.