in the closet ( because why not? )
Send “in the closet” for our muses to play blind seven minutes in heavenBlind Seven Minutes in Heaven: Two groups are made, each group has one volunteer that is blindfolded and meets the other volunteer to go into the closet without speaking, only to find out who they were kissing after seven minutes
If everyone was going to jump off a bridge, would you do it too? Yeah. He probably would have. It was just… It wasn’t often Bobby Finstock actually took part in these parties and he wanted to make a good impression and not the impression that he was a regular cowardly lion. So, for his team he volunteered to be the first one blindfolded and stuck into that closet. Which later, he would come to complain had too many clothes jammed on the floor to even be considered a good space for the game.
The only catch was that both he and whoever else had volunteered for the other team had no idea who was going to be crammed into this closet with them. But, with just enough alcohol in his system, Bobby had nothing to lose.
He could hear snickering from the other side when the door re-opened, letting his mystery companion inside. Best to ignore it. After all, it’s not like it would be someone totally gross… right?
A shaking hand moved to hold onto the ‘stranger’s’ hip, sliding up their side as he pulled them in close. The whole no talking rule was coming to be difficult for the man who seemingly never shut up. So, he just went for it. Lips pressing hard to… his chin due to poor co-ordination. Then moving to seek out his lips. There was a new hunger inside of him brought on by the anonymity of this situation.
By the time the seven minutes were up and the door was ripped open by the other party goers, Bobby had his hands in the man’s hair and his tongue practically down his throat. As the story would be told later.
When the blindfolds were taken off, Bobby stood blinking and wide eyed. Really? It was James of all people?