Being shut in a closet with Ty is less a new experience than a literal translation of what it feels like to be alone with him, even in an open room. Four walls, dim light, hanging coats and hotel robes. With more than one room attached to the suite, the others will probably keep spinning until they're full, and maybe claim a bathroom as well--and plenty of couples are going to surpass the seven minute mark. At least they've gotten first pick of the night.

Kira makes no effort to set a timer on his phone; that's up to the rabble rousers outside. He's contained, with nothing but a bottle to distract him from the press of Ty, the fact of the walls.

With a final swig and a casual pass, he doesn't even have the bottle anymore. "I'm still not going, and I honestly don't care about your future education--so if you don't want to make out because of cliches you'll need to find another way to entertain me."