"Data, you bastard! I'll kill you for this!" Browyn shouted as she struggled with Data Junkie, who was carrying her over his shoulder.
"Possibly. Not today though," Data said. He proceeded to open up a closet and drop her in, before shutting the door and locking her in with two familiar faces.
"Hullo, Bryn," Khroma said, and smiled meekly.
"He's mine, Bryn!" Caddy-Shack exclaimed, tugging on Khroma's arm protectively.
Minutes later, Data heard Khroma's terrified squeeks coming from inside the closet, and walked away chuckling.
"They'll sort themselves out eventually, and I'll let 'em out tomorrow. Or after the weekend. Assuming they want out, that is."