[ WP ] Four men , completely unrelated and different from each other , are hiding in a cramped closet for various reasons . What the hell are those reasons that they are now hiding in a closet with three other strangers ?

I could feel the martini glass growing criminally warm in my hand. Despite the circumstances, I could n't quell the urge to refresh my drink. But this *oaf* was between me and the door. I shifted uncomfortably as his back pressed the rim into my sternum. 
 
 `` It's not worth it,'' grumbled a muffled voice from just behind me, in the coats. 
 I chuckled inwardly. *Guy gets me. * 
 Trying not to be too loud, I replied, `` Yeah, well, I'd be sober too if I had spilled both of my drinks all over the hostess' tits.'' 
 
 From even deeper in the hanging assorted furs and leathers came a much more dread-laden voice, `` Thanks for that, by the way. My wife is *literally* going to kill me. Luckily she has to go through you. I ca n't decide whether it's good or bad that I get to watch her kill you three first. Pro, I get to see her methods of homicide and prepare to defend myself. Con, well, you know. Brutal triple-murder right in front of my very eyes. Joke's on her though. Her prize mink is in here. All that blood...'' 
 
 `` Would you cut that shit out?!'' The guy in front frantically whispered over his shoulder. I winced as my glass pressed further into my chest bone. I tried to move my arm, but it was pinned. Narrowest coat closet in fucking existence, I was sure. `` I'm not even supposed to be here!'' he continued. `` If *my* wife finds out, she's gon na kill *me*! And if I'm already dead from being killed by *that* guy's wife, she's going to fly my dead body to Haiti, have a witch-doctor reanimate me, and then kill me again!'' 
 
 `` Relax, man,'' I said, trying in vain to lift my other arm to pat him on the back, `` we're all gon na make it out of here. Alive. Nobody knows we're in here. So, as long as we do n't --'' 
 
 The deafening screech of a cell phone made me nearly shit myself. I felt the inner pocket of my suit jacket buzzing, but I was having great difficulty in freeing my non drinking arm to silence it. It did n't help that the man in front of me had instinctively leaned back, away from the closet door, thus pinning me even further. I somehow managed to slither my hand up and into my jacket and frantically jammed the volume button. The returning silence seemed to roar even louder than the phone, as we listened, breath held, for signs that our hiding spot had been compromised. I had the fleeting, insane idea to catch a few drops of my icy sweat in my empty martini glass, maybe recoup some of that alcohol. That's when I realized it had broken when what's-his-name jumped backwards into me. Thankfully it was a large break, and the piece seemed to have fallen into the glass rather than onto the hardwood. I could feel the edges poking my chest, but I was n't cut. So far. *Thank God for small miracles*, I thought. 
 
 After what seemed like ages, the guy behind me spoke up. 
 `` I do n't think they heard us.'' 
 
 The closet door flew open, blinding us all with the sudden flood of light. The big guy in front of me crumpled like a rag doll. I just caught a glimpse of a woman's slender silhouette against the glare when I felt something solid collide with the side of my head... *hard*. Then everything went black. 
 
 
 -- -- That's all I can write for now, y'all. I'm falling asleep. I got ta go to bed! Carry on! This is my first submission to this sub btw so I hope you like it! Maybe I'll finish it tomorrow. Good night! -- -- 
 
 

