Lorenzo had felt a little uncomfortable watching the whole game happening. He didn't know why others were fine sharing their first kiss in front of each other and why he was also expected to. Then again, he wasn't expected to, but if he left now, Tempest would never let him forget it, something he really didn't need hanging over his shoulder right now. It was easier to just participate in this expected social experience and then process it later. He was having all these thoughts until the bottle landed squarely on him, which drew Enzo's eye up to Aine. He knew of her, but he didn't think he'd ever spoken to the prefect. She was very pretty, and she had already kissed someone, which maybe meant she was more comfortable with the idea, hopefully. However, Aine didn't seem the most enthusiastic about kissing Enzo, and he felt himself start to sweat.
"Oh, well," he started, wondering if it was appropriate to give Aine a way out. But then everyone might think
he didn't want to kiss Aine, which was not necessarily the case. He was just trying to be nice.
"Umm, cheek is fine," he said, realizing that maybe that was a cop out and then quickly cleared his throat.
"I mean, lips. Lips work, too," he said, leaning forward quickly to give Aine a kiss that was not really square on the lips and kind of encompassed the side of her mouth onto her cheek. He leaned back and looked at the floor, feeling more embarassment than he'd ever felt in his life. Lorenzo relucatantly spun the bottle, glancing up at Aine as he tried to give her an apologetic smile, but he had a feeling it just came off as creepy. As he looked back down, his eyes followed the bottle as it landed on another fifth year, and based on all his past and present experiences, it somehow seemed like he had a destiny with blondes. He looked up at
@Kiara Thompson and rubbed his shoulder nervously.
"Er, kiss? Or, I mean, lips or cheek?" he asked, completely fumbling this whole experience.