Cove wore a sly grin as he spun the empty liquor bottle in front of him, watching as it spun around the circle of people. Seven minutes in heaven was Cove's favorite game by far. Which was why he had been the one to suggest they play it tonight at the gettogether. Although of course, being Cove, he had made some changes. Instead of seven minutes, it was thirty. Because honestly, how much can you get done in seven minutes? And instead of being shoved into a closet, he insisted upon the couples being given the guestroom in Mike and Alex's home. He needed room to work. He was quite eager to see who the bottle would land on, who he would be spending the next half hour hopefully screwing. He watched as the bottle slowly came to a stop, his eyes following the direction it was pointing, his eyes coming to rest on the man's face.