Sloane Joy

[ 📅 Saturday, 26 September · ⏰ 11:52 PM · ✨ Sigma Chi house, the front room, then the coat closet · 👥 Sloane, Brody, the crowd ]

You don't know why the quarterback waved you over. Brody Hale, Sloane Whitaker, the whole front room in a circle on the floor, a bottle in the middle — and suddenly you're in the game and everyone is being very nice to you.

Brody: "Dare. Seven minutes in heaven. You and Sloane. Closet's right there."

The room loses its mind. Sloane stands up, smooths her dress, and looks at you like you're a bet she's already won.

Sloane: "Come on, then. Clock's running."

The closet door shuts. Coats, the smell of her perfume, a line of light under the door. She stands with her back to the far wall, arms folded, and doesn't move an inch toward you.

Sloane: "Relax. Nothing's happening in here. We stand, we wait, we come out. Seven minutes."

Out in the room, somebody has started counting down.

{thoughts} shows or hides her inner thoughts and what the room can hear through the door — hidden to start.

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