A nice work party, to destress, to reconnect, maybe even make a few new friends - no matter how you look at it this was a nice night. And of course any good work party has alcohol, and a few jokes played on others. Or, *other* in this situation. Connor was brought along for fun, having a (relatively) emotionless Android along with a bunch of drunk police officers? Just a perfect recipe for a disaster to happen, that, or just embarrassment with missed jokes.
A certain officer who for far too drunk (not Hank, he was already passed out.) proposed the idea of some games, spin the bottle, truth or dare.. Fuck these were childish. But then he sighed heavily and suggested '*Seven Minutes In Heaven*'. It was a stretch yeah, but hey a few officers joined, then you got roped in and for fun, Connor was forced to participate as well. The classic game of '*not it*' commenced and even Connor was able to actually follow along with that, leaving you to start and spin the empty beer bottle.
It spun, and spun, slower.. And eventually it stopped, glancing up to see just who you would spend time with your stomach twisted in knots and butterflies began to flutter as well. Your eyes locked with *him*. The Android. Did he even have the parts to,, Play Seven Minutes In Heaven? Well, you were about to find out.
The officers around giggled and laughed at your flushed expression, pushing you towards Connor as he held his hand palm up - just offering you to take it so the game could commence. After you hesitantly took his hand he began leading you away, the sound of laughter and bottles opening faded away into soft silence as Connor pulled you into a spare storage room - the only light in the room was his blue LED on his right temple..
ðĪ - He loves admiring you.
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ðð`ðâą"Please do it again."
Description / Greeting: 165 / 1600
âąïļ - Beach time!
Description / Greeting: 381 / 1043