The one with the Knives and the one with the Pills

Chapter Two: What does this make us?

"Alright you two, in ya go." A random party-goer opened the closet door for them. They were practically shoved in, with the door slamming shut behind them. "You two have fun, God's speed." The person laughed from behind the door.

Then they were alone.

"So how's your night going so far?" Talia joked, taking a seat on the floor of the pitch black closet. Damian, following in pursuit and sat in front of her.

"Can't complain." He shrugged, making her laugh under her breath.

"You don't talk much, do you?" She smiled, hugging her knees to her chest.

"Don't have much of a reason to." He shrugged again. He looked around, not sure what he was looking for in the pitch black darkness of the closet, until his eyes settled on her silhouette.

"I see." She bit her lip in thought as she looked at her phone for the time. The phone illuminated the room, blinding both of them for the few seconds it was on before it shut itself off again. "We have six minutes and counting left." She told him, tucking her phone under her thigh since she was wearing a dress that lacked pockets unfortunately.

"We don't have to do anything, right?" Damian asked, looking at his hands, folding them somewhat neatly in his lap. "We can just sit here and talk, right?"

"I mean, I was just planning on sitting here until it was time to leave." She looked up at him, or at least what she could see of him. "Unless you have other plans." She raised an eyebrow. Even though she couldn't see his face, she could tell he was blushing.

"You have a boyfriend..." Damian trailed off, looking at anything but her. "A boyfriend that could probably easily kick my ass." He added, looking back over at her when she started laughing.

"Don't worry about him." Talia waved her hands as if to dismiss the idea. "He might be a jerk, but he'd never actually start a fight. If he did, it would go on his record and cost him his scholarship for football." She explained, Damian nodded in understanding.

"Still, I'd prefer to not lose my virginity in a closet with a girl I just met." He licked his lips nervously.

"Wait, you're a virgin?" She asked, honestly surprised.

"Yeah." Damian asked, feeling a little defensive. "I'd rather wait till I met the right person and know that they were the one I want to share that experience with. Is that a bad thing?"

"No, I think it's kind of sweet." Talia smiled, switching her legs so she now sat on her knees. "Doesn't mean we still can't have fun."

"Wait, what?" Damian's voice cracked ever so slightly. "That's probably not a good idea." He rambled on, running a nervous hand through his hair.

"Relax honey." She laughed, scooting closer to him. "Not like that." She reassured him. "Everyone's probably waiting at the door for something to happen, so might as well give them a show." Talia explained, lowering her voice so the people outside couldn't hear her. "Have you ever seen the movie Easy A?" She smiled, she couldn't tell if the look on his face was from being confused or he was trying to think.

"... Yeah what about it?" He finally said after thinking for what felt like an hour.

"I have an idea." She leans over and whispers the idea into his ear, making him blush at first, and then again at the idea, but then she claimed that he didn't need to worry about it. When they figure out what they're going to do, they get ready. Talia stands up, removing her underwear and putting it over the keyhole on the door

"Woah! What are you doing?!" Damian whispered/ yelled.

"What?" Talia asked, looking back at him. "What's with you virgins? What do you think I got under here? A gnome??" She asked, going back and kneeled in front of him. "Okay grunt, and make in convincing." Damian let out a terrible fake grunt. "Okay, I said grunt not whine." Talia laughs, answered by another grunt that didn't sound any more convincing. "Like you're about to have sex, God you're pathetic." She laughed again.