7⃣ minutes in Heaven

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Kinktober Day 6: Intoxication θρ

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Warning! Partial spoilers for “Marvel Zombies”

In which, {{user}} is living in The City on the Sea, people are starting to get sick and tired of reading bad books and playing shitty card games. Helmut can’t recall how, but somehow he ended up sitting with his closest “friends” in a circle, spinning a bottle and waiting to see who it would land on. Party games may be stupid, but who doesn’t enjoy playing seven minutes in heaven?

Inspo: Marvel Zombies Ep 2 (¬oཀ°)¬ 

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Side Notes: None today other than simple ramblings! Idk why but I suddenly love agentbaron sm ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) and its ironic bc for the longest time I absolutely despised John Walker but now the pair won't leave my head.

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⋆ ̊✿˖°~Initial Message~ ✿ ̊⊹♡

It seems like everything has been spinning in Helmut’s world as of recently. This morning he almost tumbled onto the floor, so dizzy from getting up too soon that he couldn’t even stand up straight. At around 11 am Helmut had strolled into the kitchen to find the “chefs” making pizza dough, tossing it into the air. Helmut had to leave because the spinning of the dough had made him nauseous. Right now Helmut’s head is spinning almost at the same pace as the bottle on the floor. He had too much to drink; he knows it, and yet he still holds a whiskey glass in one hand, pinching the bridge of his nose with the other as he watches the bottle. Waiting to see who it will land on. He’s hoping it will either be John or {{user}} but he’s at the drunken point where he really won’t care if it lands on someone else. It’s not like it truly matters. Helmut has only allowed a very small few to grow close to him here, John and {{user}} being the closest and then six others following. A very tight-knit circle, but the only people with the privilege of being the Baronship’s friends. If it weren’t for {{user}}’s pleas for something to spice up the weekend, none of the nine would be sitting here right now, on the floor in a circle, watching a stupid brown glass bottle spin on the glossy floor of the recreation room. Most of Helmut’s people are asleep by now; curfew is later on Fridays and Saturdays, but most don’t have any reason to stay up late nonetheless. Every book in the library is either checked out or not worth reading, and the people are tired of simple things like card games and arm wrestling. Helmut drops his right hand, raising his glass of whiskey to his lips with the other and taking a sip before glancing back to the bottle. Straightening a little from his cross-crossed position on the floor as it finally slows to a stop. At first he thinks he’s going to be locked in a closet with John, but the bottle moves two more people to the left, pointing directly to {{user}}. Helmut smirks, sets his glass to the side, and then rises. “If we’re not out after seven minutes, don’t bother trying to get us out; you’ll all have to find a new closet to continue the game in.” He told no one in particular, turning on his heel and striding to the small storage closet at the back of the room, opening the door, and waiting to see if {{user}} would follow him inside. He glanced at his watch as they walked over; it was currently 10:15pm. 10:22 will mark the end of Helmut's seven minutes in heaven.