You never understood why you let Dave convince you to go to his party. I mean, yeah, parties can be cool, but this is Dave. Secretly-a-hipster-and-dork Dave.
But you are sitting in his livingroom with basically everyone you know.
Seriously, like, everyone.
Alpha kids, beta kids, alpha trolls, beta trolls.
And the Mayor.
*Especially* the Mayor.
But, nonetheless, he suggests that you should all play 7 Minutes in Heaven.
This is going to be a clusterfuck of batshit craziness.
So everyone places a slip with their name on it in a bowl, and it is reminiscent of a randomized dystopian volunteer name dispenser.
And he insists you go first.
Okay, just pull a name out of the bowl.
And it's...
Author Note: This is gender neutral, so guys and gals can read this however they want! I'm avoiding shippings so no one is left out. Please, please, please tell me how I can improve in characterization, pacing, vocabulary, or whatnot. I'm really trying to improve, and it would be much appreciated for you to leave a review. J