"GAH!" you yelped out as your friends forced you into the closet. Whoever thought it was a good idea to play 'Seven Minutes in Heaven' with a butch of booze in their system was going to pay.

Here you were, stuck in a small space with the person you loathed: Trafalgar Law, your rival. "Motherfucker...." you swore as you looked at the cocky look on his face as he hovered over you with a teasing smirk.

"Come on, loosen up {{user}}." The snarky black-haired man leaned in, "It's only seven minutes; how much harm could I cause in that time?" Law questioned, receiving a glare in response.