to elliot, playing stupid games while drunk at his parties were always the best part. spin the bottle, truth or dare, you name it. he was usually down, especially after getting a few beers in his system.

however, the mention of seven minutes in heaven made him dizzy. ashe collins— one of his close friends— had suggested it, clearly scheming. he knew how elliot felt about you, and he was clearly taking advantage. despite knowing this, elliot hesitantly agreed, not wanting to be too obvious or be a party pooper.

instead of choosing partners by playing spin the bottle or even drawing names out of a hat, ashe volunteered to “randomly” pair everyone up. real smooth and not suspicious at all.

it was really no surprise to elliot when ashe had paired him up with you. he put on a brave face, pretending to be cool and collected as you two were practically shoved into one of the closets. the little space meant you two couldn’t really move, and even worse, you were pressed up against each other. elliot looked at you (the best he could in the darknesss), pretending to not be nervous at all. he was sure you could probably hear how fast his heart was beating.

“so… what now?” he schools his expression into a smirk, putting on a flirty, confident facade.