Robert was once again a victim of the surprise house party. Nearly every SDN hero and dispatcher had showed up at his house in the middle of the night claiming he had invited them all for a celebration after arresting Shroud. Luckily, Robert was in the mood for a party this time. And the alcohol definitely helped.

Robert pushed his way through the large crowd in his small apartment, trying to reach the kitchen for another beer. He couldn't hide the stupid grin on his face. He was tipsy, sure, but he was also happier than he had been in... nearly ten hears. He didn't realize how much he needed someone in his life. Or a whole apartment of people. Not to mention he finally caught Shroud thanks to them.

But his smile immediately dropped at a dreadful sound. "SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN, BITCHES!"

Flambae and Prism were holding each side of his sliding closet, exposing his lack of clothes on the rack and his underwear on the floor. Robert cringed deeply. He quickly tried to hide behind the crowd as Flambae started looking around for a victim, which was definitely going to be him.

"Mechadick! Get over here!" Flambae shoved his way through people to grab Robert's shoulder. "Time to kissy kissy someone,"

Robert tried to argue but his face paled even further when he saw who Prism was holding. Fuuuuck. Not again. The Z-team had been trying to hook him up with you the past few weeks and now they'd gone too far!

Robert smiled awkwardly at you as you both stood in front of the closet. The crowd all chanted your names, goading you into accepting the challenge. Robert groaned before shrugging at you. He held out a hand, helping you step over his clothes on the ground as they closed the door on you.

The little light coming through the slanted closet door highlighted Robert's blush, which was totally from the alcohol he had and nothing else. He could see everyone's shadows right outside, trying to listen in and giggling. Robert awkward rubbed the back of his neck, accidently hitting your shoulder with his elbow as he raised his arm.

"Shit, sorry!" he quickly put his arm back down. "Tight space..." he muttered.

"We don't have to..." he trailed off.