You pulled out your hand to see that you were holding... a gun! Your eyes went wide and you immediately dropped it back in the box, cringing with fear.
Dave chuckled. “Calm down, [Name]. It’s just a dart gun. It’s Jake’s.”
You peeked in the box, realizing that what Dave said was true. The gun looked similar to a real gun, only it was plastic and had some darts loaded inside. You sighed, feeling like a complete idiot already.
Jake walked up to the front and stood next to you, his usual fangirl fainting smile plastered on his face. Of course, his smile just made you feel all the more nervous. You didn’t know Jake too well, but you did know that girls tended to freak out over him. You also knew he had guns, and not just the good time.
Dave shoved the two of you into the closet, slamming the door shut.
“Hey there, Miss [Name],” Jake said, still smiling politely. “We seem to be alone. What do you propose we do?” You could’ve sworn you saw his smile turn into a smirk for just the slightest of moments, but you decided to shrug it off.
You shrugged. “Um... I dunno, I guess.”
“Well, I have somewhat of an idea, Miss [Name],” Jake replied, “that is, if you don’t mind.”
“Well... what is it?” You asked, blushing. Of course, you knew what he was going to do. You wanted to try to play the innocent card on him.
Jake leaned in and kissed you softly. A slight pink blush colored your cheeks as you leaned closer to him and kissed back. You actually enjoyed the kiss quite a bit. Maybe the things all the girls said about Jake were really true.
Jake broke the kiss, leaving you breath somewhat heavily. He grinned at you. “Do you like my idea?” He asked.
You nodded. “Yeah...”
Liking your answer, Jake dove in for another kiss. This time, however, he was more forceful. He greedily stuck his tongue in your mouth, catching you by surprise. You scooted closer to him, your tongues still locked, trying to make it easier.
Jake pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. You leaned in as close as you could, attempting to wrap your arms around his neck, but froze when you felt his gun poke you in the leg. You immediately pulled away and fell on the floor of the closet.
“Jake, why do you have your guns with you?!” You cried, looking at him with fear in your eyes.
Jake blinked, his face turning a dark shade of red. “I don’t, Miss [Name]...”
Before you could even infer, Dave pushed open the door. He glanced down at you on the floor in front of Jake. “Looks like someone needs a room.”
“Excuse me!” You shouted, blushing.
Jake held a hand out to you, helping you up off the floor. He whispered in your ear, “I have another idea, if you’d like to continue.”