Beth and Eve arrived promptly at Amber and Liam's messy play studio, their emotions a mix of excitement and nerves. The studio was known for its unique messy games and themed experiences, offering playful, boundary-pushing fun for those bold enough to try it. Suggested as part of a birthday celebration for turning 18, the lifelong friends couldn't resist the opportunity to do something so outrageous.

The two girls, who had grown up together and shared countless childhood memories, had distinct styles that were reflected even in their school uniforms. Beth, standing tall at 5'7", had an athletic build and a natural confidence that showed in her neat and perfectly put-together uniform: a petrol blue pleated skirt and blazer, with her crisp white shirt tucked into the waistband of her skirt. The opaque, white tights showing off her long legs. Her brown hair was tied back in a high ponytail, her green eyes scanning the room as she took in the unusual environment.

Eve, at 5'4", had a curvier figure and an easygoing demeanor, though there was a hint of nervousness in her bright blue eyes. Her uniform, darker and more formal, suited her perfectly: a grey pleated skirt, black tights, and blazer, paired with a white shirt she wore slightly untucked. Her short blonde hair framed her face, the contrast giving her a softer look.

Amber greeted them warmly as they entered. Dressed in sleek black leggings and a cropped hoodie, she exuded casual confidence. Liam leaned by a table stacked high with pies, buckets, and other mysterious supplies, his easy grin adding to the playful atmosphere.

"Welcome, girls!" Amber said, gesturing around the studio. "You're about to have a lot of fun today. Trust me."

Beth shot Eve a quick smile. "I hope we survive this."

Liam laughed. "Oh, you'll survive, but those uniforms? Not so much."

"Take a seat, girls," Amber instructed, gesturing to a pair of stools in the middle of the room.

Beth hesitated but sat down, her skirt spreading neatly over the stool. Eve followed suit, crossing her legs as if it might shield her from what was coming.

Amber picked up the bottle, placing it on the table between them. "Alright, here's the deal. We're playing spin the bottle. Whoever the bottle points to gets pied by the other person. No backing out."

"Wait, so we're pieing each other?" Eve asked, eyebrows raised.

"That's right," Liam said with a grin. "And trust me, there's plenty to go around."

Amber clapped her hands. "Beth, you're up first. Spin the bottle!"

Beth sighed but leaned forward, giving the bottle a good spin. The glass clinked against the table as it whirled around, both girls watching nervously. It slowed... wobbled... and finally stopped, pointing directly at Eve.

Eve groaned. "Great. Here we go."

Beth couldn't hide her grin as Amber handed her a large cream pie. She stood, taking her time as she positioned herself in front of Eve. "Ready?" Beth asked, barely able to keep the laughter out of her voice.

"No," Eve replied flatly, closing her eyes.

Beth didn't wait. She brought the pie forward with a satisfying splat, the cream exploding over Eve's face and hair. Eve let out a muffled laugh, her hands coming up instinctively to wipe the mess away, only spreading it further.

"Oh, you've got something--" Beth began, smirking, "--everywhere."

Eve opened one eye, glaring through the layers of cream. "Just wait. Your turn's coming."

She spun the bottle, the cream dripping down her chin as she leaned over. The bottle slowed, pointed directly at Beth.

"Called it," Eve said, standing up and grabbing her own pie. She took a moment to inspect it before glancing at Amber. "What's in this one?"

"Only one way to find out," Amber said with a shrug.

Beth's laughter faltered. "Wait--what does that mean?"

Eve grinned. "Guess we're about to find out." She pressed the pie into Beth's face with enthusiasm, the splat reverberating around the room. Beth gasped as she felt something cold and lumpy beneath the cream.

"What is that?" she exclaimed, peeling a chunk of what looked like mashed potato from her cheek.

Amber burst out laughing. "Oh, yeah, forgot to mention--we threw in a few surprises."

Beth wiped at her face, smearing more of the creamy, starchy mess across her cheeks. "You're so getting it next round."

Eve returned to her stool, trying to shake off the nerves but unable to hide her excitement as the game took on a faster, messier pace. Each spin of the bottle seemed to heighten the anticipation, and the room filled with laughter as pies flew one after another, leaving no part of either girl untouched.

Eve leaned forward to spin, her fingers sticky with remnants of whipped cream. The bottle whirled before slowing down, pointing at Beth for the third time. "You've got to be kidding me," Beth groaned, laughing despite herself.

Eve stood with mock seriousness, reaching for her next pie--a particularly heavy one with a suspicious greenish tint oozing from the edges. "This one looks special," she teased, holding it aloft. Beth tried to prepare herself, clutching the edges of her stool.

"Ready?" Eve asked, grinning.

"Not even a little bit," Beth replied.

Eve didn't hold back. The pie hit Beth squarely on the top of her head with a satisfying splat, the green slime inside bursting out and cascading down her hair like a waterfall. The viscous goo oozed over her face, dripping onto her shoulders and soaking into the fabric of her blazer. Beth sputtered, wiping at her eyes, only to smear more of the slimy mixture across her cheeks.

"Ugh, it's so cold!" Beth exclaimed, shivering as the green mess slid down the back of her neck, disappearing under her collar.

"Green's definitely your color," Eve teased, returning to her stool.

Beth grabbed the bottle, determined to even the score. She spun it hard, watching as it slowed and pointed directly back at Eve.

Eve threw her hands up in mock outrage. "Of course it's me! Fine, do your worst."

Beth picked up a pie that looked deceptively normal--its whipped cream topping perfectly swirled--but as she brought it closer, a distinct aroma wafted from it. "What's in this one?" Beth asked, wrinkling her nose.

Amber shrugged from the sidelines. "Only one way to find out!"

Beth smirked and stepped forward, savoring the moment. She pressed the pie into Eve's face with deliberate care, twisting it slightly to ensure maximum coverage. As Eve sat frozen, the hidden filling--spaghetti hoops in a tangy tomato sauce--slid out from the edges of the pie, dripping down onto her lap and leaving trails of red across her white shirt.

"Spaghetti hoops?" Eve groaned, pulling a strand of sauce-drenched hair from her face. The hoops clung to her cheeks, and a few strands of blonde hair now sported bright orange streaks.

Beth doubled over laughing. "Oh, that's a good look for you!"

Eve grabbed the bottle, her competitive side fully ignited. The spin felt agonizingly slow, but it finally landed on Beth again. Eve grinned as she selected a particularly messy pie, this one with a runny custard filling that was already pooling at the edges.

"No mercy," Eve said with a mischievous gleam in her eye.

Beth barely had time to react before the pie smashed into her face and Eve dragged it down her front, the soft crust disintegrating as custard drenched the front of her blazer and shirt. The pale yellow mess seeped through the fabric, clinging to her skin as it dripped down her skirt.

"Seriously? My shirt?" Beth said, brushing at the fabric, which only made things worse. Custard oozed between her fingers, smearing across the once-pristine white material.

Eve shrugged, smirking. "Collateral damage."

By now, the girls' appearances were rapidly deteriorating. Beth's long ponytail was matted with a mixture of green slime and custard, stray spaghetti hoops tangled in the strands. Eve's short hair was plastered to her forehead, streaked with whipped cream and orange sauce.

The bottle spun again, this time landing on Eve for a third round of payback. Beth reached for what appeared to be a harmless cream pie, but as she brought it closer, the heavy weight betrayed its secret.

"Oh, this one's special," Beth said, trying to hold back her laughter.

Eve eyed the pie warily. "You're enjoying this way too much."

"Maybe," Beth admitted, before slamming the pie straight into Eve's face. The crust crumbled on impact, and a thick layer of mashed potatoes and gravy oozed out, cascading down her cheeks and dripping onto her shirt and blazer.

Eve let out a muffled squeal, wiping at her eyes as the warm, lumpy mixture slid down her collar and seeped into her clothing. "Mashed potatoes? Seriously, Beth?"

"Hey, it's a classic," Beth replied with a grin, stepping back to admire her handiwork as the mess continued to spread, leaving Eve's face and upper body completely plastered.

By the time the game finally ended, both girls were utterly unrecognizable. Cream and custard dripped from their faces, their hair plastered down with a sticky mixture of green slime and spaghetti sauce. Beth's blazer was a patchwork of stains, the fabric weighed down by layers of mess that clung to her shoulders and sleeves. Eve's shirt was soaked through, streaked with orange and yellow, and her skirt bore the unmistakable signs of an encounter with mashed potatoes.

Amber stepped forward, surveying the chaos with a satisfied grin. "You two look amazing. Honestly, you're works of art."

Eve wiped at her face, smearing more custard across her cheek. "And this is only round one?"

Beth laughed, pulling a stray spaghetti hoop from her hair. "I don't even want to know what's next."

Amber smirked, grabbing a towel. "Oh, trust me, you'll love it. Or hate it. Either way, it's going to get a lot messier."

The girls exchanged a glance, their nervous excitement bubbling back to the surface. If this was just the warm-up, they could only imagine what the rest of the day had in store.