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Test Drive Meme #2
You wake up in a closet. It's a nice enough one, clearly owned by someone with a large bedroom and too many clothes. There's a dim light on but no switch to make it brighter. As your eyes adjust and you come to the realization that this is probably not a dream, you notice you aren't alone. Locked in the closet with you is (at least) one other person who seems just as confused and disoriented as yourself.
On the door, you can both see a list with a possibly familiar title and a familiar set of rules; Seven Minutes In Heaven. The door will be locked for a probably very long seven minutes and it will not open no matter how much you try to force it. In the closet air is a hefty dose of aphrodisiacs that might be clouding your normal judgement. The longer you wait, the more you want to give in to the game.
Will they really let you out when the seven minutes are done? Or will the countdown start all over again until you consent? Only waiting will tell.
EDIT: Aphrodisiacs are OPTIONAL, not required. Also feel free to make your own scenarios, themes are merely for those wanting an idea.
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But he knew her well enough to know she'd shoot it down. Put the blame anywhere but on him. She was a little blind in that regard.]
Natasha... you know if you need anything, I'll be there. Whether it's to find you someone you want, or... whatever you need.
[Because yes, Steve firmly believed she had no interest in him whatsoever. Which was probably for the best, but... he had an ego. Even if it was a small one.]
A couple blocks away, but how about we just order it?
[He gestured to the tablet he'd left on the table when he'd been out. What? There'd been no Avengers to assemble here.]
Sorry, I don't, ah... well. You know.
[Of course, now that she was here, he was going to have to stock up.]
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They'll cross the sexual bridge when they get there. Honestly, she's spoken her piece and it sounds like they're finally in agreement. At least for now. She'll take it.
The suggestion of ordering the booze is more than enough to distract her, already moving over to the tablet on the table. She gives a little wave of her hand when he apologizes, the other already flying over the screen and getting the order in. If she was gonna be stuck here, she might as well have booze.
With a few extra clicks, she gives an almost happy sound as she turns back to face him.]
It should be here in about 7 minutes. Maybe sooner. Y'know, I can teach you a trick or two on this thing if you want?
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Define 'trick'? I'm trying to avoid having AIs burst in here.
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[Okay - maybe she'd skip a few thing on her first day. She'd already gotten into enough with the AIs for one day.] I'd rather not have another run in with them if I can avoid it.
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Besides, they're like perfect training dummies. [No, Natasha. No they're not.]
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Natasha... don't even think about it.
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[A soft sigh escapes as she scrolls back through the tablet. Clearly Steve wasn't gonna be any fun. She had time.]
I think the groceries should be here soon.
[Ha, groceries... Liquid groceries that fully support healthy coping with awful situations.]
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[He was wise to you, Nat. But he scoffed at the mention of groceries, almost afraid to ever look in her kitchen.]
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[And her kitchen isn't in question right now. Honestly, it's mostly empty considering she was never home save for some non-perishables. Something told her her kitchen here would probably be close to the same.
Almost as if on cue, his tablet lights up. She doesn't miss a beat passing it over to him.]
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But the tablet blipped and he gave her a stern look before going over to the door, opening it and paying for her 'groceries' before accepting them and closing and locking the door and lifting the bag at her.]
Your refreshments.