Twelve teens sat in one of the guest bedrooms owned by a certain Feferi Peixes, who's parents just happened to be away on a business trip that evening. Inside the near-mansion sized home, these twelve teens started business that was not necessarily of the purest behavior.
It all started with Eridan and Kanaya. Well, one could say it started with the wine coolers ("To make us more bubbly!" she said when she brought them from her parent's locked cabinet, trying to hide her obvious attempt at teenage rebellion). But the wine coolers just led up to the conversation Eridan would have with Kanaya about a game to pass the time, but not seven minutes in heaven because that was lame and awkward, and not spin the bottle because Eridan was too hipster for such an unoriginal, overplayed game. Somehow, they thought combining the two ideas and then ramping up the time limit and changing the name somehow made it spectacularly different. It was during the naming of this new game that the others actually got involved with their strange shenanigans.
"It should be 10 Minutes Of Sloppy Makeouts!"
"No no nooooooooo! Gyys, do you even know what you're saaaying? It should totally be 'The Greight Fuck Off!"
"M-maybe it shouldn't be a, uh, a game at all..."
"Shut your mouth Tav! The Great Closet Rumpus Party shall be called in sessi-"
"What the hell kind of name is that?"
"I think Back In The Closet sounds tasteful, don't you?"
After a long time of mumbling, swearing, bickering and finally some shooshing and papping of nearly everyone involved by everyone involved, they finally decided to keep it plain and simple and named it 10 Minutes In a Closet. of course, not everyone was appeased, but somehow, in their own twisted fashion, they would all be when the game was over, until once again the formality of a never-equality would be reached in the morning, with only a few appeased and the rest, distraught beyond measure.
But that would be for the morning, and with the opening of a new wine cooler it was only just the starting breaths of night. The youth sat in a terrifying, expectant circle. The wine cooler was quickly drained and sat in the middle, ready. All were, at least physically, ready, and the liquor beginning to race through their veins gave them the confidence to say they were mentally ready too. Everyone chipped in, and everything was at the table.
Terezi, of course, got the first spin. It was all up to chance now.
((While this is a really stupid, perverted concept, I will try my very darndest to keep nearly all the characters in character as I believe they should be! And if they are not... let's blame it on the alcohol. There is only is much an author can do before the story itself is out of character, and some fudging must be done. ;p Happy reading!))