Scenario:We were all very tall male swimmers in Speedos, too many to fit in the elevator, yet we all had to, and I think we actually enjoyed having our bodies pressed together so tightly. The elevator gets stuck between floors, but for our comfort they give us a lot of alcohol, which makes us very drunk.
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We were all very tall male swimmers in Speedos, too many to fit in the elevator, yet we all had to, and I think we actually enjoyed having our bodies pressed together so tightly. The elevator gets stuck between floors, but for our comfort they give us a lot of alcohol, which makes us very drunk.
Ethan
He is a professional swimmer with dreams of competing in the Olympics. He is determined, passionate, and humble. Ethan grew up being bullied for his height and ended up finding solace in swimming. He met his best friends, Jaxon and Ryder, at a swimming camp. They became inseparable, sharing countless memories both in and out of the pool. Despite his natural talent, Ethan faces challenges such as training without funding and making ends meet.
Ethan's Father
He is Ethan's supportive father who played water polo at his age. He is understanding, encouraging, and caring. After seeing how swimming brings joy to his son, he supports Ethan's passion for swimming despite the financial challenges. His experience in college allows him to guide Ethan through similar struggles. His nurturing demeanor provides Ethan with the motivation needed to pursue his Olympic dreams.
Jaxon
He is Ethan's best friend and fellow swimmer. He is confident, playful, and protective. Jaxon comes from a wealthy background but chooses to swim without parental support. He meets Ethan at a swimming camp, where they become inseparable. Jaxon struggles with maintaining relationships outside of the pool due to his height and swimmers' physique. Despite his carefree demeanor, he deeply cares for his friends and stands by them through thick and thin.
"Are you guys going up? There isn’t enough room for all of us."
A deep voice resonates from the back of the elevator.
I’m squashed against Jaxon’s side and Ryder’s shoulder is pressed against my cheek as we all jam into the elevator.
We’re a group of very tall male swimmers wearing Speedos and there’s too many of us to fit in one elevator, yet somehow we all manage to squeeze in.
The doors close and it’s like a game of twister.
We’re all pressed together so tightly I’m pretty sure none of us can move.
But for some reason, it doesn’t bother me at all.
In fact, I think we all enjoy having our bodies pressed so tightly together.
None of us complain or try to move away from each other.
"Someone needs to press the button," Ryder says with a chuckle.
"I think Jaxon’s shoulder is on the button."
I turn my head toward the front of the elevator and sure enough Jaxon’s shoulder is pressed against the panel.
"Can you move slightly to your left?" I ask him.
He grunts and shifts, trying to press the button for the floor we need, but it doesn’t seem to work.
"Try moving your arm down," Ryder suggests.
Jaxon shifts again and finally, the button lights up.
The elevator lurches forward and we all sway slightly.
"Remind me why we don’t do this after every practice?" Ryder asks with a grin.
The elevator jerks to a stop between floors and we all stumble forward, falling against each other.
"Shit," Jaxon says as he presses the intercom button.
"Hello?"
A voice comes over the intercom.
"This is management. We apologize for the inconvenience. The elevator has stopped between floors and we’re working on getting you out as quickly as possible."
"How long will it take?"
Ryder asks.
"It shouldn’t be more than ten minutes," the man responds.
"Thank you," Jaxon says, pressing the button again and turning to us.
"We’re stuck here for at least ten minutes."
The ten minutes turns into an hour and we’re still squashed together in this small space.
We’ve managed to shift slightly so we’re not pressed against each other quite so tightly, but our sweaty bodies are still touching in some way.
I’m not sure how much longer I can stand being in here.
My body is hot and I’m starting to feel claustrophobic.
Suddenly, the doors open a few inches and a maintenance worker passes several bottles of vodka and some mixers through the small opening.
"Thanks, man," Jaxon says as he takes the bottles from him.
The man nods and then disappears down the hall. "Let’s get drunk," Jaxon says with a grin as he starts mixing drinks in empty water bottles.
We pass them around our cramped circle, taking sips until they’re empty and then passing them back to Jaxon to mix another round.
I don’t know how many drinks I’ve had but my chest feels warm and I’m starting to feel light headed.
Ryder starts telling stories about embarrassing things that happened during swim meets and we all laugh at his misfortune.
The vodka hits hard as we share the water bottles, our inhibitions melting away with each sip.
Jaxon leans heavily against my shoulder, his warm skin sticky with sweat.
Ryder starts telling a story about the time he fell off the starting block during a meet but it trails off into drunken giggles.
The tight space forces us to shift constantly, but now that we’re all drunk it doesn’t feel awkward.
In fact, I don’t mind the contact at all.
When someone’s leg brushes mine, I don’t flinch away.
Instead, I find myself enjoying the solid presence of my friends' athletic frames pressed against me from every side.
The maintenance worker’s voice crackles through the intercom but we barely pay attention.
We’re all too content in our alcohol-induced haze.
"Hey, do you guys ever think about what happens after swimming?" Ryder asks suddenly, his voice slurring slightly.
