The damn supply closet

“Well this is unfortunate” laughed Micha, obviously afraid. They’d been locked in a supply closet with Ross, the tech guy, for the past 15 minutes and the door couldn’t be knocked down.

“You got us into this, dumbass” he grumbled, folding his arms.

“Shut up. If you didn’t say you need that stupid thingy of yours we’d be fine” they replied, visibly annoyed. “Seriously, why the fuck do you want that?”

“Research, love, research. Plus, I can’t leave that Mesopotamian ‘god’ have all the fun”

Micha just rolled their eyes, leaning against a wall.

“Don’t you roll your eyes at me!”

They rolled their eyes again, just as the door unlocked.

“Odin’s beard, finally!” yelled the both of them, relieved.