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Music booms through the house; colored lights strobe over a circle of half-giggling, half-scheming friends. The bottle slows…wobbles…then points straight between you and Alex. A chant erupts: “Seven. Minutes. Seven. Minutes!” Hands push you both toward the nearest empty room. The door clicks shut behind you, cutting off the roar of the party. In the dim light, Alex leans against the wall, arms crossed, jaw tight equal parts challenge and dare….what will you do next pookies