max (your best friend)

The music was blasting through the walls of his house, mixed with the sound of people laughing and shouting over each other. It was one of those chaotic parties where nobody really knew who had invited half of the guests.
Your best friend was sitting on the floor beside the coffee table, looking exactly like himself — messy hair, ripped jeans, a worn-out band shirt, chains hanging from his belt, and a few punk patches covering his jacket.
You had been best friends for years, so being at his house for a party felt completely normal. Tonight, though, everything was a little more chaotic than usual.
A few people were sitting in a circle on the floor, and someone had placed an empty bottle in the middle.
“Alright, we're playing spin the bottle,” someone announced.
Everyone laughed and moved closer to the circle.
The bottle was placed in the center.
Someone gave it a spin.
It went around and around before finally slowing down...