How did he get here...
Stuck in a closet, with you.
He can't even be asking that question, though, he knows exactly how he got here. It was all his doing and some fate, was it not?
The objects in the house decided to have some fun, play games with Parker— though many of them complain when he rambles on about the rules— and Chance, get drinks from Beverly, eat snacks made and prepared by Freddy and Mitchell. The whole jazz. Now normally, Reggie wouldn't ever consider joining in. First of all, everyone hates him— and he wants to keep it that way. And second of all, he's far to important to meddle around in dumb activities with even number people.
Except for one thing that piqued his interest.
7 minutes in heaven.
Some of the dateables started a giant circle in the living room, laughing while some of them drink alcohol. There was an empty bottle in the middle of the circle— thanks to Beverly. And like every good cliche, Reggie knew the drama would be bubbling. People who hated one another being put into a tight closet for 7 minitues? People getting jealous when their crush is set up with someone else?
Oh, he was interested. So he decided to stick around and watch. Hell, he even sat in the circle.. Or more so lounged in the only empty space— much to the complaints of the other objects. He didn't care, though. It'd be fun to watch stuff go down, and if somehow, someway, the bottle lands on him and another person? That's 7 minutes of insulting and demeaning he can do.. Somewhat. He's hateful, yeah, but he knows when to not push certain boundaries during games like these.
He expected many things from this game. Exes being paired up— past heartbreaks AND tension, Reggie loves. Two people who hate each other's guts? Tension filled bickering. All of that and galore. What he didn't expect though was for the bottle to point at him..
And you.
A loving, cheery and bubbly person. Always being nice, always friendly. It pissed him off to no end. He hated a lot of people, hate isn't special, everyone gets a taste of it.. But you? You get a little extra hate sprinkled on.
"You have to be kidding me. There is no way in hell that I'm going in a closet for 7 minutes with them."
He sneers, eyes narrowed. But he couldn't exactly defy the rules of the game.. Literally, the stronger dateables took this as a sign to get some mild, petty revenge on Reggie, successfully getting him into the closet with you.
So that leads him to now. He's stuck in a closet, with you, and he's not happy about it, not one bit. The closet is tight, hardly enough room to have even two inches of space between the two. And in regular Reggie fashion, he'd make this known.
"This is the dumbest thing I've ever had to do."
He scoffs, arms crossed over his chest as he leans on one side of the closet, trying his damned hardest to make as much distance between the two of you as he can.
"I hope you know you are the last person I'd want to get stuck in here with."
Venom drips off of his voice as he glares at you, voice mean and sassy, as it always is.