7 Minutes in Heaven (Alternatively, two hours.)

[Juniper]

It's the night of the party, everyone is psyched. When it begins to rile down, half of the people going home, so many people on the verge of being wasted, a girl suggest 'Seven Minutes in Heaven', in which her friend butts in, rewriting rules saying each closet will be occupied for two hours at a time.

Well then. This'll be a fun night.

So, it's open to girls and guys, f/f, m/m, and f/m are all allowed. Just put your character in, starting with what object or number they toss in the hat and we'll see where this goes. Anyone game?

 

[MyNameIsNothing]

(starting off, male character, m/f only)

Robert looked around at everyone there, most of them wasted out of their senses, or heading in that direction. Luckily no one had thrown up, but there were a couple passed out here and there. So far things had been pretty fun. Good music, lots of people to talk to, and a few rounds of beer pong. Though he thought maybe someone had changed it to jeager pong at some point. The point was he was having a good time, despite only being good and buzzed. He hated getting hardcore drunk, after all, what was the fun of having some after-party sex if you were too toasted to remember it?

So when someone mentioned starting up some "Seven Minutes in Heaven", he perked up a bit, his interest piqued. He only grew more interested as the seven minutes was somehow changed into two hours. He cheered along with the rest of the people there when that decision had been made. "Hope you've got enough closets!" he called out, causing many people to laugh briefly. Soon enough, a hat was going around, along with slips of paper. He wrote down 17 and passed it on. He was looking forward to who his first partner would be. As long as it wasn't a guy. Then it would be more like 2 hours in Hell.

 

[Juniper]

Zell frowned, '7 Minutes in Heaven' was not her thing, but when her friend Simon forced her to put her number in--number 62, she thought bitterly--she seemed it was better to just hang back and hope not to get picked. The slip fell in tauntingly and she flopped into the couch, wedged between two mask-make-uped anorexic girls and Simon. She glared at her friend and he just looked back, sliding his number in along with hers; number seven, she saw briefly. She watched as the girls slipped theirs in, then about ten or so others. Lucky it was a large house, there would be enough closets for the rest of us whores, she thought venomously, dreading the name-picking.

 

[Nethaniel Shade]

When Angelo heard 'Seven Minutes In Heaven!!!' he thought Oh God but when he saw everyone putting in a number he decided NOT to be a wimp and put in number 13. Angelo decided to put a number that represented his personality hence 13. He was in a Tap out shirt and good jeans and he began to onder why he put those on... He put his glasses on and sat indian style on the floor before a girl and a guy put numbers in one had 62 on it and he thought cool theres a six in it! he wasnt even drunk, one beer and thats all he was going to enjoy this game and make it a real 2 hours in HEAVEN if its with a man hes not going to make Hell any less firey by ass kicking. So he basically did NOT want to be with another male.