Office

"Do you know a good room we could smoke in?" you ask.

Alaina thinks for a second. "Yeah," she says. "I think so. Near the top floor. We can take the elevator!"

The building's elevator is rickety and old, much like the rest of it. You meander over to it on the other side of the building and hit the button to call it down. The thing shudders to life, and you can hear it slowly descending through the elevator shaft.

In the meantime, Alaina stands in front of you, her body only a few inches away from yours. "So do you usually suck that bad at beer pong?" she says with a little smile on her cute face.

"Wow," you laugh. "Hurtful. How can you ever make it up to me?"

"I think I can find a few ways," she says, her knee rubbing against your leg. "Believe me, when I give an... apology... it's always very well received."

You're at a loss for words, feeling her toned leg rub up against yours. "I, uh," you mutter. "I'm sure they are."

The door makes a heavy metal clank sound as it opens. You gesture for Alaina to enter first, and she does, shaking her butt a little bit. You follow her in as she hits the button for the fourth floor.

Neither of you speaks while the elevator slowly climbs back to the top of the school building. The heat in the tight little elevator chamber is palpable, and you feel like you have to keep your eyes away from Alaina just to be safe.

Eventually-- far longer than comfortable-- the elevator reaches the top and dings as the door opens. "Here we are," Alaina says. "The room I'm thinking of is right here."

There's a little office on the other side of the hall from the elevator. The name on the door reads DR. PORTER, PhD, PHYSICS DEPARTMENT. Whoever Dr. Porter, PhD is, they apparently haven't properly locked their door. Alaina grabs the door by the knob and pushes her way inside slowly, scanning the office for any potential residents.

The room is dark, so you leave the door open while you look around for a light source. The first you find is an old lamp on Porter's desk. When you turn it on, yellow light fills the room, casting long shadows on the walls.

Dr. Porter's office is small, barely big enough for the two of you to stand next to one another in. The desk and its chair makes up a lot of the room, with a wide window looking down on the college campus forming most of the wall's real estate.

"Great," Alaina says. "We're all ready." She walks back to the door and closes it, locking it deliberately. She, it seems, has more sense than the absent Dr. Porter does. "Make sure to cover that." She points to the fire alarm right above your heads.

You glance around. "With what?" you ask. The office is nearly bare, only some papers and office supplies sitting around. Nothing that would really work to cover the smoke detector.

"Weeeeell," Alaina says. "Since there's nothing around, I guess one of us is going to have to give up our clothes." She gets really close to you, her fingers trailing up your arms. "So which one of us is it going to be, huh?"