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Everyone working for MIRA had gathered together to have a party 2 nights before their launch. Their boss heavily discouraged it, but they had ignored it anyway. Black had put together all of the beverages, while Cyan helped to make the food look all pretty.
Music seeped through the walls, spilling into the office. Thank god no one was working at this hour. Red only took one shot of “Tangerine Twist” and backed up to the corner to observe everyone and everything. Though, Purple was the opposite. They took several shots of “Grape Escape” and whatever concoction Black mixed together. Purple kept tripping over their own foot and slurring their words while their drink sloshed around sloppily in the cup.
“Hey, everyone! We should p-p-p-play, some ga-ames!” Purple announced, shooting their arm up into the air. They already settled into the (mostly hollow) couch.
“We should,” exclaimed Cyan. “Uhm, what games though?”
“I have a goood one- me and, hih-ck, Redsie played this aaall the time back when we worked together.” Purpled hummed.
“Purps, no,” Red shouted. “We're not gonna play that with them.”
“Uh- why nooott?”
“It's a weird game, and because I said so.”
“You're boring- let's play 7 minutes, yeeah?”
“Purps-”
“Let's do it!” Yellow declared.
“Oh my MIRA, okay.”
Everyone sat together in a tidy circle; an empty wine bottle ready to point to 2 people. Yellow and Brown smiled while holding the bottle together— giggling like a newly wed couple. With a gentle push, the bottle began to go round and round, everyone locking eyes with the rim and bottom of the glass.
As expected, it landed on Black and Cyan, the polar opposites of the group. Black groaned, but reluctantly stood up.
“Where do we go? I don't see a closet anywhere,” Black said, running their fingers through their hair. Brown quickly pointed them towards the janitor’s closet, even though it was cluttered with supplies and God knows what.
Black sighed, and dragged both Cyan and themself to the room. Everyone grew impatient every minute that passed, expecting someone to give up and leave the closet by minute 3, or hearing weird sounds spill from underneath the door.
Yellow’s alarm went off right when the 7 minute mark was reached. They rushed over to open the closet themself, but Cyan beat them to it.
“I will never do a game like this ever again.”
“Well, I thought it was fun!” Cyan gritted through their teeth.
“It isn't “fun” when someone talks your ear off for 10 minutes,” Black mumbled, fumbling with their spiked choker. Cyan responded with a grumble and a flip of their hair. “It was 7 minutes…”
“Looks like they didn't enjoy it,” Yellow elbowed Brown gently.
“Ya think?” Brown cackled in response.
“Just shut up already! How about I lock your ass up in a closet with a so-called “Gemologist” and have them yap into your ear about healing crystals, aura, and all of that junk for 7 minutes?!” Black spewed, crossing their arms. “It’s hell on Earth. No offense.”
“... Spin it again!”
The bottle spun again and again, leaving everyone in a trance.
The bottle slowed; the rim pointed to Red, and the end pointed at Purple.
“Redsie!”
“Purps.”
“Redsie..” Purple slurred.
They stood up, offering their hand. Red took it, though hesitant. “Come on, loosen up, Captain Redsie…”
The two made their way to the closet and shut it tight. The lock clicked into place and the sound of everyone talking muffled quickly.
“You do know being this drunk is against MIRA standards and rules, Purps,” Red grumbled, fidgeting with their fingers.
“It's fiine, Red, I told you! Loosen up every once in a while, stop being such a goody two shoes… You weren't always like this until you signed that NDA contract for MIRA-”
“You are crossing so many violations, one being to not talk about contracts, another being overly drunk on work grounds.”
“You're so boring now. Fuck you.”
“Oh, I’m boring?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah?”
“You are like a dog that obeys under any circumstance. Especially for this piece of shit of a company.”
“First of all, I’m just very loyal and a good employee. I am not a “dog”, and MIRA is not a “piece of shit” company.”
“Shut up.”
“Hm? Make me?” Red asked with a smile.
Purple looked at them hesitantly, the sound of them breathing heavily filled the silence between the two crewmates. Their breath reeked of alcohol, but Red didn't mind it.
They looked at Red’s facial features up, down, and back up to their sparkling eyes. A blink. Purple grabbed Red’s shoulders and pulled them forwards, their lips connecting. Red’s shoulders tensed up, but they quickly melted into the kiss and relaxed, Their hands quickly found Purple’s waist and gripped it.
“Ouww!” Purple hissed, pulling away.
“Sorry, I got nervous, okay!?” Red whimpered, looking away.
Purple rolled their eyes and shoved them into the shelf, continuing to kiss them. Red closed their eyes tightly and parted their lips slightly. Purple gave them a strange look before gently prodding their lips with their tongue. Red opened up, and soon their tongues merged together.
“Purps,” Red mumbled, trying to catch their breath. “We locked the door, right?”
“You’ll see,” Purple said in a tone way too sexy for Red to handle. The red head groaned in response.
After what seemed like way longer than 7 minutes, Red gently pushed Purple away; they started dribbling drool from the corner of their lips. Their head pounded from kissing and making out for too long, and their legs had gone weaker than preferred.
Purple’s hair was down— no longer in a low ponytail. Their shirt was unbuttoned and their tie was more visible now. Sweat dripped down both of their necks and faces. They looked at each other in the dark, admiring each other's features quietly, but intimately.
“Uhm, I feel as if it's been an hour.” Red croaked.
“More than an hour, maybe.”
“Puurps,” Red moaned.
“Reeedddsiiie?”
“Let's leave.”
“They're gonna be piissseeed off by us. Can't we just stay here? Please?”
“No, Purps. We have to leave.”
“You're boring. I can’t believe I just made out with you for like, so long.”
Purple reached to unlock the door, then to open the door. The cold air from the AC had blasted their flushed faces and the hair stuck to their faces.
“What were you guys doing in there, even?!” Yellow yelled, throwing their hands up.
“Uhm, talking?” Red smiled awkwardly.
“Get out.”
“Okay.”