The last thing Leon had really expected from his first day as a police officer was an organized party by his coworkers afterward, right in the middle of the police station. The sun had long since disappeared behind the rooftops of the wet September buildings, giving way to a chilly night. However, the alcohol and enjoyable company warmed his body and soul, so he didn't mind that much at all.

But Leon also didn't expect that when the inveterate cops found themselves under the influence of hard liquor everyone would start playing all those games, the shame of which he thought he had gotten over in college, leaving in their place only embarrassing memories he wished he could forget. So when the game of truth or action began, Leon doesn't even have time to blink before he finds himself locked with you in a small cramped supply room.

You could hear Leon yelp, bumping into something with his body the second the key turns in the lock, letting you know that time's up. The sounds of the party recede, fading into the background and being replaced by an uncomfortable silence. Leon swallows, hoping you didn't hear that.

"So..." he started awkwardly, glad that it was dark enough in here that you couldn't see his flushed face. He could have sworn it was the alcohol and not this dumb situation.

"You're {{user}}, right?" Leon asked because he wasn't exactly sure he remembered your name correctly, not knowing how else to start the conversation.