. 7 minutes in heaven

[pat bohannon]

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN PAT & MAYA - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Maya's laugh is infectious the second the door shuts behind them, the makeshift extra bedroom now acting as the respective 'broom closet' for their high school reenactments. The molly had kicked in a while ago; he could tell by the dilated pupils staring right back at him, equal grins split on joyful faces. "C'mere Maya," Pat finally manages, hand snaking behind the curve of her jaw, drawing her close until he feels her press upward on her toes, lips meeting his in gleeful confirmation. It's sweet and honeyed, as innocent as her wide eyes, feeling her shoulders shake in laughter against his collarbone before he gently pulls away. "You're fun, this is so fun," she murmurs, head tilted forward against his chest, breaths steadying when his palms find the slope of her waist. "I'm glad you're here," he offers back, tugging her in as they pass sweet exchanges of memories from the trip already, content with the small moment they'd shared and understanding that as far as it was going to go. He gives her hand a squeeze before they head back toward the door when the timer rings, trying to read the look she'd given him as they rejoined the waiting audience.

[stassi siminski]

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN STASSI & FREDDIE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As soon as she had come up, Stassi had insisted on taking over on music duties, putting on her playlist exclusively reserved for riding this exact wave. Love Story by Laylo & Bushwacka! is drifting through the closed door as she grins broadly at the impossibly handsome man before her. "Still got it," she murmurs out loud to herself, referring to her ability to rig the game. "I've wanted to talk to you, Federick," she purrs, the drug making her louche, the beat vibrating through her body deliciously. She cups his handsome face in her hand, giving it a squeeze so that he resembled a goldfish as she leaned in close. With her face inches from his, she narrows her eyes. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You've been timid as a church mouse all day." Releasing him, she laughs, shaking her head. "You're in Vegas, Freddie! You're young, you're sexy, you're free! Try acting it!" She laughs and she can hear her laugh like it's outside her body, like it came from someone else. "Come on. We've got a few minutes left still, and if you don't tell me who you're going to at least try to get with tonight then I'm going to go downstairs and say you've brought hard drugs into the property. I don't think your daddy would like that very much."

[freddie beaumont]

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN FREDDIE & STASSI - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - They'd come back from the casino and Stassi all but shoved the molly down each of their throats. Exciting the whole crew with the fun they knew the drug would bring.  Not that he was complaining though, he'd won big at the casino and this high was just the right treat to celebrate. Freddie's engulfed with the familiar perfume of the dark haired woman as she shuts the door behind him. He's unsure of how this would go between the two of them, seeing how Freddie had been rather... conservative this whole day. It was as if she could read him, Stassi berates the man instantly once they are alone. Her eyes bewildered from the drug but he likes the way she's calling him out. Her hands rough on him, not in the way they usually were though. "Fuck, I know. God. I know." She squeezes his face a little bit harder and he knows it's to let the advice settle. "I needed this pep talk," Freddie murmurs once she's released his face. Like an out of body experience, he lets go of every worry and thing that was holding him back. "Also, can we talk about Pat being your 'big brother' bullshit?" Freddie chuckles and looks at her in such disbelief. His head shakes as he continues to speak. "Not fucking true. And he does not see you like a sister, that's for damn sure." The buzzer goes off. "Help me rig the game for my benefit." He quickly gets out as the group behind the door hollers for them to come out. "I want Jane." He finishes the sentence quickly before opening the door, grinning out to the eager faces of the group.

[stassi siminski]

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN STASSI & FREDDIE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A less impaired Stassi might have taken a more tactful route, but it seems her message landed just as firmly with Freddie. "That's my boy," she says, giving his face a little tap as if to confirm the landing of said message. A less impaired Stassi would also have spent more time interrogating why he had been so reticent, but for now she's just pleased to have her friend back in the game, the wide expanse of the night stretching before them with that little bit more promise. Though what he says about Pat makes her hit him playfully on the arm, rolling her eyes. "Shhh," is all she can bring herself to say, before squealing with delight at his revelation. "Can do. Come on," she says, taking his arm and dragging him back to the rest of the room with that same grin on her face. "I'm nominating the next person. Hmm... Jane, you go."

[jane ridley]

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN JANE & LIV - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Livvy babyyy," Jane coos, dragging the bombshell blonde up from the couch away from glaring eyes. It's a safe choice as much as it seems a raucous one, spinning around with a coy finger to her lips before she shuts the door behind her. The ruse drops almost immediately but she still feels weightless, musing up her friend's hair in a schooled play of passion. "Liv, Liv, pleasee hook up with Luiz. Please, I am begging you." She folds her hands in a makeshift prayer, blown eyes staring down at the folded steeple with wild amusement before she remembers what she's doing. "I kinda think I wanna fuck Freddie," she starts, mindless but letting the words warm her mouth as she tousles her own curls into something overt. "Vegas is bringing back some memories for sure and I just...if I don't get laid on this trip I might die." Her features draw into something serious, as if she physically would pass away, before floating back to the high she felt in her fingertips. Head tilting to the door, so sure the onlookers outside would be waiting with bated breath. "Want to make out for a sec and make them wish they had a show? Promise I won't try to sleep with you, though y'know...always here if he doesn't satisfy."

[olivia hamilton]

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN LIV & JANE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Olivia's eyes go wide as her friend announces her name. Her reaction wasn't out of nerves, just shocked that she was the chosen one. Especially with the very attractive males that were crowded in the living room. It's the only reaction she gets to make before Jane is pulling her up from the couch. Giggles escape her mouth just as they reach the door, it closing behind them. Her body feels light and the molly gives her the best familiar feelings. Jane is rustling her hair the moment they are out of the nosy eyes and ears of the others. "Trust me, I want to. Janie, he's so delicious. And smells so nice." Olivia nods her head to her friends aspirations for her evening. Olivia was hoping that she and Luiz would get a moment, alone together. Her confession for a night of Freddie brings a smirk upon her lips next. "I'm not stopping you! Please fuck him on a roulette table again if you can!" She encourages her, knowing well that this could bring some added fun. "I'm honestly surprised that you haven't slept with Thompson yet!" Liv pokes at her friend, to see if there was any update to that situation. The two (Liv and Jane) were so comfortable that she didn't mind the thought of kissing her friend, especially for a good reaction. "I'm in for it. Just put some lip gloss on to, hope you like it!" She gives Jane's hair a couple scrubs, just as she did with her blonde locks. With that final thought, Liv presses her lips directly to Jane's.

[jane ridley]

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN JANE & LIV - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "I think he'll fuck you sooo good," Jane pushes, all but imagining her friend and her sexy counterpart pushing each other to the bed they second they got in this room. Seven minutes probably wouldn't be enough time, honestly, Jane nodding to herself as if her thoughts floated out loud. The trip had been amazing so far, a cocktail of vices and limitless wealth, everything for the taking as she stretched her arms and shimmied her head back and forth to Liv's nimble fingers carding through her hair. "Casino security would save that tape for late nights," she all but moans, though her eyes filter up and into an eye roll at the mention of Thompson. "Honestly, ignoring him has been just as hot as hooking up with him," she admits, too focused on the fast and loose hook-up she'd been building in her head. If Thompson was bothered by it it only fueled her fire, energy thick and wild as Liv's kiss pressed cool to her mouth. Flickering fingers tug her friend closer by the clipped collar, jaw unwiring as her tongue dragged over her glossed bottom lip. It's a frenetic moment of drug-addled obsession, Jane enveloped in the softness and smoky mix of her friend's perfume before the timer sounds, pulling away and smudging the spare lipgloss off the corner of her smile with a wicked grin. "Love you, babe," she rasps, throwing open the door with a flourish as she surveyed the room. "Who's next?"

[stassi siminski]

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN STASSI & LUIZ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Well that's a tough act to follow." Luiz voices what everyone else is thinking, if they're able to think at all. Still, he's selected next and his eyes roam around the room, hesitating for a moment on Liv before he decides to surprise everyone. "Stassi, come on." As soon as they're in the room, giggles pour out of her lips, "what are you trying to pull off here, Lulu? We all know who you're really after." He tilts a brow at her, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips that she has to admit makes him look devilishly handsome. "And we all know who you're after, shh--" he presses a finger to her lips as she tries to protest "-- don't bullshit me, just go with it. Let's make them work for it, door girl." The next song that floats through the wall is Sex Paranoia by Goldie Boutilier and her rhythmic moanings, paired with today's festivities, make it easy for Stassi to give in to the moment. Drawn together in the way that two hot people on molly easily can be, their lips meet in a fervent kiss, the taste of whiskey on his tongue meeting the taste of cherry cola and rum on hers. They make out like strangers in a nightclub, all passion with no real intimacy, and when the buzzer sounds they pull apart with an easy laugh. "OK. Well played, Mr. Bartender, well played. Let's go see how that lands."

[freddie beaumont]

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN FREDDIE & JANE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Freddie wished he was a fly on the wall for what occurred when Liv and Jane stepped into the room. “My turn.” He announces with the biggest grin upon his handsome features. His eyes bounce back and forth between all the women in the room. He’s playing the field, building them up with anticipation when his mind is already made up. “Can’t pick Liv because I don’t need more shit from you know who, Maya was probably warned off me, so that leaves Jane as my only safe choice.” A famous wink falls from his right eye. He steps closer to the room and takes Jane’s slender hand in his. With the door now shut, he pulls her gently against his chest. “I guess this is one way to finally get you all to myself.” Freddie realizes that time is limited and doesn’t want this to he wasted. His lips touch Jane’s neck first, right above her pulse. “He’s going to be so fucking pissed, just a heads up.” He didn’t care about those consequences as he finally aligns their lips together. She tasted sweet and dangerous, the memories of their night engraved in his brain. The buzzer goes off just as their kiss deepened. His eyes are full of lust as they break apart. “If you wanna continue that later, you know where to find me.”

[jane ridley]

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN FREDDIE & JANE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Safe," Jane scoffs, grip squeezing in his as to not betray her excitement. Vegas had taken an unexpected turn in her eye, focus tuned to old memories and stark, flashing attraction as she caught Freddie's wink tossed in her direction. It isn't long before she's crowded into his broad chest, dark hair spilling down her shoulders as she met his gaze. Molten heat coursed through icy blues, breath faltering then failing in her chest as his lips grazed her pulse point. Fuck. "I don't care," Jane rasps, fingers tangling messily in the nape of his neck as their lips crush together. Hands and exhales drift across available skin, teeth and tongues colliding harshly in the darkness of the room as Jane slips her grasp under his shirt, nails raking down his back in a tease of something more. It's messy, intoxicating and thrumming with an undercurrent of a need to be satisfied, almost impossible to tear away from as the timer rings in her ears. Quickly she shuffles back into a sense of normalcy, though the glint in her eyes is wicked and clear. "Oh, I'll be seeing you tonight," she promises, hand drifting over the strain in his jeans before breezing through the door.

[thompson weathers]

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN TOMMY & JANE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was a good thing Tommy had finally stopped hoovering up blow and allowed the molly to do its job, since anger was an emotion much less compatible with the latter. His fury was dampened but not extinguished, and as they sat awkwardly waiting the longest seven minutes of his life, he sullenly dragged on a pineapple vape, quietly turning events unseen over in his head. Finally the tension in the room is broken by the sound of the buzzer and his two pals emerge, tousled and flushed. Tommy's not sure how he's feeling, not least because he's about fifty drinks deep and subject to a heady mixture of cocaine, ecstasy, alcohol and prescription drugs. The next song has a thumping beat and he lets that be the thing he focuses on, throbbing through his body and giving him something to tether his tenuous consciousness to as he takes yet another deep drag on the vape. Based on their seating arrangement it should be Olivia's pick next, but ever the spoilt child that doesn't work for him. "I'm going next, come on Jane." Without waiting to see if she's coming he storms into the room, sitting down on the bed and holding his fingertips together in a steeple. He counts to ten, taking deep breaths before finally parting his hands, his elbows resting on his knees as he looks up at her. "From your honest perspective, do you think I'm a good husband? Out of ten, with one being the worst husband to have ever lived, worse than Lenny on Real Housewives of Miami - do you watch the Real Housewives of Miami? This season has been nuts - through to ten, the best husband, David Beckham tier husband. Where do you think I land, from your perspective? Be really honest."

[jane ridley]

7 MINUTES IN HELL TOMMY & JANE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The light flush that clings to Jane's skin blanches almost immediately, eyes trailing after Thompson's brisk steps into the bedroom as she stood in place. The silence that fills the room right after is enough for her to realize it wasn't just her feeling the mood shift, dark gaze rolling before she pointed to the bar. "Everyone go take a tequila shot, now," she demands, as if a cure-all for dealing with his mercurial mood. In all honestly she hadn't quite figured it out yet on her own, eyes only widening at the coked out deliverance of his monologue. She barely leaves the shut doorframe, choosing to slide down in front of it and keep a casual distance. All of her pent up excitement deflating like her interest in the conversation at hand. "Two" Jane answers briskly, already wondering how much time she had stuck in here with him. "You get one point for still being weirdly obsessed with her, and two because you haven't abandoned custody of your kids. If this is going to be seven minutes of therapy, by the way, there better be caviar at dinner tonight."

[thompson weathers]

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN TOMMY & JANE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The conversation is going exactly how he had hoped it would. “Aww, that’s very generous of you. Between you and me, Janey, I stick around for the kids because I don’t want to have to pay alimony and child support.” Not necessarily true but fun to say. He nods sagely as she mentions therapy. “Yes. You’re right, not fair for me to make this about myself. Let’s talk about you. I’ve got a question for you, and I really, really don’t want you to take offense, ok? Really. Because we all have kinks, god knows I’ve got some fucked up ones— did you know I once fucked a girl listening to Dolly Parton and it made me think of my sister and I still finished? So, truly, I’m in no position to judge, I just have to ask. What is it that makes being someone’s second choice such a turn on for you?” He slips off the bed and onto the floor so that they can be level, in a gesture of mock friendliness. In truth serotonin was coursing through his system at much higher levels than the drugs could ever have released, conflict being his raison d'être. He courted it constantly, whether it was making incendiary comments at family functions, making intentionally unpopular declarations at work or pulling stunts to generate controversy in the press. That was his true kink, and if his real therapist was in the room right now, she might gently encourage him to interrogate why he’d prefer seven minutes of conflict to seven minutes of intimacy. “Do you think there’s something in your childhood that makes you yearn for that silver medal? Something that makes you think you aren’t worthy of gold, of being someone’s actual first pick? Maybe it’s easier, less pressure.”

[jane ridley]

7 MINUTES IN HELL TOMMY & JANE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Of all the ways she'd imagined being alone with Thompson during this trip, being perceived wasn't one of them. Any of the wild energy that had been coursing through her system immediately disappeared, dark eyes hot with fury and impatience as she attempted to follow along with his train of thought. "One point five," she mutters back at his outburst, shifting an inch further away from him as he joined her on the floor. This was the least sexy 7 minutes of her life. "You have such a weird obsession with my childhood, if you want to meet my sister and join the Amish community so bad just say so," Jane eventually spits, annoyed and tired at his attempts at this type of conversation. She'd tamped down these types of thoughts so long ago, the rattled digs barely phased her as she sits up further. "Not everyone's out here looking for a one true love to make their life complete - stop trying to make your round peg fit in my square box." Her eyes scrunch shut in frustration, willing the timer to go off before flitting open once again. "And no, I do not mean that sexually."

[thompson weathers]

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN TOMMY & JANE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As smoothly as he had laid the bait and it had been taken, now Thompson is thrown. Confusion etches across his forehead, his brow furrowed as he tries to connect his prompt to her reply. She's talking about amishness and her family and he has no idea how she's come to that conclusion, his obvious loss for words written across his face. "Who said anything about your sister?" It's a genuine question, and if he was less high he might have found it interesting that that's what she read into his original question. As it stands he doesn't understand. "I was talking about how both Freddie and I are into people who aren't you. What's that got to do with the amish?" Now he's said it he remembers that maybe he did mention her childhood, and oh yeah, she'd said something about being amish, but he'd only mentioned her childhood at all as a joke, it was merely a means to an end and the end in question had been to offend her. Finally he laughs, shaking his head. "Nevermind. I was being a dick but now I think you probably should go to therapy, and that's coming from me. Shall we go back out? I don't really care how long it's been."