Truth or Dare? [open]

He was expecting something stupidly perverted in nature, but this wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind.

Preston glanced towards the ceiling, mulling it over. A lap-dance to anyone of his choice? It was fucking a shame that Will had went out of his way to be sure his lap-dance would be an oh-so seductive one. He might have tried to pull off the worlds best lap-leveled hokey-pokey otherwise. A true disappointment. But he would find ways to make fun of it anyhow.

It wasn't only their local ray of sunshine who had caught onto Jake's sharp, jealous looks - the sort of look he probably knew all too well himself. The Autumn was near surprised that a metal limb hadn't come flying at him already from the second Maria had found her was from the mecha's lap onto his. Normally, he wouldn't be one to try and cause stupid shit, (Dealing with what came afterwords was almost always more trouble than it was worth) but tonight he figured would be a good of an exception as any. If Jake wanted a real reason to be pissed at him then Preston would deliver. Bonus points if he could get a few more looks from a certain disintegrater on top of it.

The brunette yawned, nudging up Maria with his leg, urging her to the spot on the couch beside him. Or the floor. Whatever suited her fancy. "You'll have to move your ass for now, hun. Sorry," he mused, tipping back the rest of his bottle upwards and getting every last drop of that sweet, bitter poison. He was hoping that, by then, he would have achieved the perfect level of intoxication: drunk enough to where he wouldn't give a shit about his public show and not hold back, but still sober enough to have decent motor skills and not make a total ass of himself. He shot Chip a smile and pulled himself up onto his feet, setting his glass down on the coffee table. "You should move now too, unless you want in on this."

In the back of his mind, Pres wished he had some god damned music to go along with, in the very least. But shit. If that Irish lass who danced before him could pull it off well enough without, then he was damn sure he could too. Without much hesitation, he took position in front of his victim, shooting her a wink. "Miss Grey, it's been a while." Now, as the entire room was spotlighted on him, of course he was still nervous - he hadn't near enough drinks to be completely shameless yet, but he was determined not to let the rest of the room see him waver. Brashly, the Autumn turned and faced the room with a crooked grin, deciding to start the show for them - the people. Or at least the girls. Then again, he wouldn't have been surprised if there weren't one or two guys out there who would have stayed interested.

His hands moved to the top of his tree, fingers reaching over the buttons and popping open the top-most one, revealing the peak of his collarbone. Another button, giving way to the top of his chest. And one more, just for the extra show of skin. Preston did well to look around the room, seeing to it that he caught every girl's eye, to make sure he knew exactly whose attention he had.

Now Pres, despite his rather adventurous way of life, had never once given - nor received a lap-dance in person. Or at least, not a good one, not by someone who knew what they were doing, but fuck it. They all started the same way, didn't they?

Thankfully for some, he thought it best to keep his shirt on, tugging at the collar and the loose fabric to show off for mere moments longer before pulling a simple beat into his head. He was never the best dancer, but he did well enough then, getting lower to the ground, his knees and waist swaying to some silent, heavy bass for several moments before he did well to step back. For balance, Pres grabbed the back of the couch with one hand, lowering himself down over Jane, that smirk of his the same as he grazed his hips over her; not enough to touch her, but close enough that the tension between them was thick enough to slice through.

That was the fun of the dance, wasn't it? He counted the seconds in his head. Once he'd thought long enough went by he pushed himself away back onto the floor. He didn't spend much time there however before he spun around, grabbing for her hips. With tender force, he pulled the dirty-blonde towards him, closer to the end of the couch, laying her back at an angle. It might have been awkward for her, but it made things easier on him. Greedily, his hands traveled down, over her thighs and up one leg of hers. He lifted it, high into the air and pulled himself towards her.

Again, the distance was a precarious thing as he hovered over her now. Aside from where he held her up, they never touched, not even as he gave the space between them a light grind, a stupid grin on his face all the while. Preston did well not to linger to long, letting her fall back to the couch and climbing up himself. He balanced lightly on the sofa's cushion and arm, giving the room another quick look-over and running his fingers through the band of his pants, pulling them down slowly - just enough for a glimpse of the v-shaped markings below his waist. Go big or go home.

He made sure to catch the look on Jake's face now as he ran his hands through Jane's hair, getting a light hold on those pretty locks and pulling her closer to him. As before, he let his hips sway again near her face, the motion an oddly comfortable one for him. Before anyone could say much more to his show, he let go up his grip and climbed up onto the edge of the couch behind her, blowing the crowd one stupid, sweet kiss and jumping onto the floor.

It took him less than a few moments to circle back around, grab a fresh beer, and take his spot back again. "That good enough for you?" He shot towards will, cracking open his drink and having at it again. Once he got his fill, he looked towards the girl on Cayden's lap, a sharp smile still on his face. He had to smile no matter what. Had to own up to his dare. "Hey Sophs, truth or dare?"

A lap dance. Was Will hoping it was him? Jane watched it all unfold with an impish grin, teasingly wrapping her arms around Chip's waist. It'd make him squirm, and it'd make Jake squirm, which was just the kind of reaction she hoped out of the both of them. You had to get your entertainment where you could get it. It looked like the other people in the room had the same idea, although their idea of entertainment wasn't quite as innocent. Dare, dare, dare. When it came back to her, she made a note to herself to pick truth. Between the teases, dances, and sloppy kisses, did they all come here with their minds already in the gutter? And they'd only just started drinking. "I think you might be the most innocent person here, prince," she said to the boy in her lap, watching Preston as he nudged Maria off his lap. Then Chip was getting off hers. Now, now...

Preston stood in front of her, unbuttoning his shirt one by one. She leaned back on the sofa, grinning up at him, making sure to look him in the eye. To give credit where it was due, he didn't even flinch. Jane stayed where she was, still as a statue as he clambered on the couch to hover over her, finally letting her gaze drift down as he began to sway. Well, she hadn't expected another show this close up, but she supposed there were worse dares... She should've kept her hands to herself, but she let her fingers glide over his leg, his waist, his chest, smiling up at him as he held onto her hair, and then the show was over. Preston leapt over the couch and she let out a laugh, crossing her legs. "Not too bad," she called over with a glance behind her. "I've had worse." Kidding, kidding.

"I'm actually not here for the.. Whatever it is you're playing. A guy's got to satisfy his unhealthy addiction somehow," he murmured, eyes flitting over the rest of the gathered students as he tipped his head back to drink. Turth or dare was not really Joseph's cup of tea. His friends back home had always had been pretty into dumb activities like this, but Joseph had usually just sat out and watched. The odd time he did play with them, however, they'd always just make him to dumb suggestive things. It wasn't the fact that the dares had been suggestive, though. That meant nothing to him. It was that his friends would always try to up the ante with them to get a reaction out of him - embarrassment, surely - but only ever ended up embarrassing the person he'd been dared to do something to. The only thing Joseph ever felt after truth or dare was sorry for the person he'd been dared to perform a ridiculous act with.

And then he spotted Maria getting off of Preston's lap. He hadn't seen her when he'd entered the room. This was the woman who'd spontaneously thrown a bitch fit and attacked him near the forest a couple of weeks ago. And ruined my favourite coat. He watched her through narrowed eyes as he took another hefty swig of the beer. If he were to get called on, he would've liked to dare her to wipe that smarmy, prideful look off of her face.

Jake watched from his spot next to Jane as Preston and Maria talked to each other, seeming to have a good time. Now, it wasn't that he was deathly in love with that crazy girl, but it was nice to have someone who he could be himself around. Well, Jane wasn't anywhere near holy, but he still felt that when he was around her, he should at least act somewhat "gentleman" like. Looking to Will, the tall student rolled his eyes at the dare. Great, Preston was asked to perform a lap dance? This wasn't going to be a pretty site. Jake watched as Maria was nudged off his lap and couldn't help but wonder if she was mad about. Probably is. He thought glumly. Looking to where the student was heading, his anger grew even more. Can everyone just leave fuckin' Jane alone? There are tons of people in here. Although he didn't want to watch the little performance going on next to him, his curiosity got the better of him. Slightly turning his head, he was extremely close to punching Preston and maybe even Will, but in here, right now wouldn't be the best of times to start a fight. His mind reeling with angry thoughts, and not really controlling his power, Jake's hand subconsciously metal and easily crushed the vodka bottle in his palm. Shattered glass fell to the floor (like his love for Jane), and he took a deep breath, trying to keep his calm, or at least look like he was, though internally he was punching a wall.

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Awe, she had to get up from her comfy chair? Now sitting on the couch without a guy to accompany her, she watch as Preston lap danced on on Jane. Oddly enough, she found herself impressed by the boy's lap dancing skills, and she was never easily impressed. But in the end, what amused her the most was Will's choice of a partner for him. There were tons of students in the room just waiting to be called on, and so far the night had been started off with a sleezy game of truth or dare among the same group of people., although she understood why. The game would get extremely boring if they called on one of those timid kids. Turning her attention back to the dare, her face held her undying smirk. Jake isn't going to be happy about this... As soon as the thought entered her mind, the sound of breaking glass filled the air. Finishing the last sip of her wonderful, entrancing drink she shot Jake a smile. "Why don't you break this one while you're at it," the charming girl said teasingly, tossing the angry student her empty bottle.

The sharp sound of shattering glass made her jump in her seat, turning to look at the boy next to her. His bottle of vodka, or what was left of it, dusted the carpet. She pursed her lips, clicking her tongue against her teeth. "That's a waste of good vodka," she murmured, wondering if she'd gone a bit too far. Yeah, okay, the Chip thing had been her idea, but it was all in good fun... It wasn't like she'd chosen to be the victim of a dare. Maria throwing him a bottle just made her raise an eyebrow, biting back any concerned expression. As long as he didn't break it over Preston's head, or worse, hers, then it'd be fine. Well, except for the mess, but better vacuuming up some glass than stitching up someone's scalp. "Someone toss this man a drink, please," she called. Preferably one that wasn't empty. "And me too." Everyone else was drinking like a fish. She was starting to feel like a designated driver.

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Did she walk into a strip club by accident? Evelyn had resolved to stay strong, but as soon as the lapdance started, she'd found herself guzzling down the rest of the can. This night's going to kill me. It was just Preston's grand finisher, and the subsequent shattering of the bottle, that broke her away from the beer. Ahh, was everything okay over there? She wasn't acquainted with anybody's drama, but...

Anima overall wasn't exactly focused on anything after downing that second beer, but she snapped to attention when she saw Preston start to give a lapdance (and realize what the hell she was even looking at), and her gaze didn't exactly pull away from things. She watched as the lapdance continued, and by the end of it drunkenness wasn't the only reason for her red face. Wow... Preston didn't seem to hold back when he was doing that. Why couldn't she have been picked to receive that instead? Anima started to drift off again, only to shoot up when she heard class shatter. Looking over in the direction of the sound, she saw Jake. Shit, he didn't seem to happy about things. Or at least, that's what the shattered vodka bottle indicated. He didn't seem drunk enough to have broken it on accident...

Trying to pretend that Jake breaking the vodka bottle never happened, Anima turned to look at Evelyn, trying unsuccessfully to shake at the headache that was starting to gnaw at her as a result. As Evelyn downed her beer, Anima reached for her notepad, her hand missing it at first.  Hold it together, Anima... Anima turned back towards Evelyn once she grabbed the notepad, writing. Do you want another beer, Evelyn? Unlike virtually any other time Anima had written, her handwriting was a bit sloppy by her standards, although it was still legible and sort of easy to read. Sort of.

Sophia's amber eyes looked at Preston when he kicked Maria off his lap, when he started moving she hoped she would be the one picked for the dare, but a frown teased at her lips when the Autumn boy went over to Jane. A bit of disappointment settled in her but she kept her eyes on the two as the dance began, and she couldn't exactly keep her eyes off of it either. It wasn't the best dance in the world but it was enough to make the disintegrator wish she was on the receiving end of it.

Just as it was ending a shattering noise caught her attention. Her amber eyes was taken from Preston over to the pieces of glass on the floor. "I got it." She said standing up off of Cayden's lap for the moment, and walked over to the glass pieces and quickly turned all of them to basically nothing. "There. Nothing to worry about now." The spring girl walked back to Cayden with a slight sway in her hips hoping to catch attention, and then she sat back down in the boy's lap again.

She knew that Preston had asked her truth or dare. She wanted to go with dare, but it seemed like everyone was doing dare, so she waned to break the chain, or other wise it could get boring, and might as well start some drama. "Sorry guys, but I'm breaking the chain. Truth if you don't mind Preston." She said returning a smile to him.

For a stupid dance, it sure as hell got his blood pumping. As he found his spot on the couch again, his head and heart were still racing. Preston held a dizzy smile, feeling a little light-headed from the mix of alcohol and adrenaline. The moment to him seemed to be all up in airs until he heard the bottle shatter. His gaze shot towards Jake, whom looked aspissed as if someone had kicked around his puppy. "Lighten up man, we're all friends here." He cooed, grabbing three fresh beers. One he tossed to Jake, one to Jane, and the third was kept for himself.

Even if he lacked his drunken bravery, he was unafraid of the guy. Was Jake taller than he was? Certainly. Stronger? Probably. Scarier? Well he definitely had a dark broad in appearance about him. But he was a hunk of walking metal. As far as Pres was concerned, he hadn't to worry shit about being touched, so long as he kept his senses about him.

And so, his attention turned back to Sophia, that cocky grin appearing on his face. "Tell me whose the best guy in here. Be honest now." He took a drink, blue-green eyes glimmering as he fell back into the cushions, still high on life.

Oh boy she had to answer that didn't she, she could lie and say it was Preston but she would probably get kicked off the comfy lap she was on at the moment, or she could say the truth, and probably offend Preston slightly, and lose her chances of getting with Preston again. She couldn't do the cheesy thing and say everyone was equal cause that wasn't how it worked, everyone was different. She had a small frown on her face as she thought on this. Maybe if she told the truth, Preston might try and prove her wrong at a later point. "Cayden. Cayden is the best at the moment." Stating it that way so people were free to try and prove her wrong, and she would welcome their attempts.

Sophia looked around looking for someone to ask the game's question to. She didn't want to see Preston's face, or his reaction to her answer. She could only guess he wasn't to pleased. Her eyes landed on the familiar pink haired boy that helped her with her gift. Her eyes brightened, and she went to get his attention. "Hey Jonno, Truth or Dare?" She asked.

Will watched the events unfold before him. In order, it was Preston's dare, the shattered vodka bottle, and the resulting mess from that, and the saunter of the short girl back to the blond boy's lap after disintegrating the shards. She was winning all the boys over with the way she moved. Except for Jake, it seemed, who was preoccupied with Jane and Maria. He'd been with girls like Sophia, only wanting to be bedded, not wedded. He looked around the room towards Erin, who seemed to be in a conversation. Turning to Dakota, he smiled a charming smile. "Well, this is an interesting party, is it not?" he asked. "Ay! Can someone toss me another drink?" he added, asking anyone who was close to the seemingly never ending case of beer.

Morgan didn't get Jonathan's joke, not knowing who Maria was (aside from the drunk girl hanging over some other guy she didn't know) or why pocket dimension requip had anything to do with her. So she just nodded, trying not to look confused. When he offered her a drink, Morgan only smirked. "I've never had beer. Don't really want to risk blowing up or something. Fire and alcohol are never a good combination." She mused thoughtfully, sticking the straw into the pouch and promptly taking a long sip, ruining the illusion of one deep in though.

Kimply sighed, leaning her head on her hand and watching the dramatic events unfold before her, thoroughly unimpressed. She finished off her first beer, beginning to feel the effects of it in the way her fingertips tingled and in the way she finally began to relax. Upon Will's request, Kimply made her way to the endless supply of beer and tossed him one before grabbing one for herself, popping the top off and taking a sip.

Chip didn't look their way when the sexual dares began, a healthy blush covered his cheeks. He hadn't really been exposed to such things. Besides a ton of those smut books, but Chip kept his mind from wondering over to that side of literature. The small student was considering if he should grab one of the drinks when Jane wrapped her arms around his waist. Blue eyes widened, and he froze. 'Please let go, please let go...' He thought to himself, toes curling.

Chip had to force down a laugh as the taller student approached Jane. Preston didn't have to finish his sentence before Chip launched himself off of her lap. Relief in his eyes, the shota took this time to grab himself a drink. An alcoholic one at that. The blond took the time that Preston used for his dare to consider if he should drink one or not. There were a lot of cons to health, but he was only drinking one. It couldn't hurt.

Once the Autumn was done, Chip turned back. He'd rather not be yelled at to go back and sit on Jane's lap. The shattering of a bottle made him leap into the air, startling him. He stayed rooted where he stood. Even after someone had come by to clean it up, Chip had a hesitant look on his face. Jake was fucking terrifying. How couldn't he be certain the student wasn't going to do what he did to the glass on his arm? A sheepish look crossed his face and the boy took his seat back. An unopened beer sitting in his hands.

The break was good while it lasted.

After he smashed the bottle and Maria threw him another empty one, Jake realized it was a bad idea. It seemed as if everyone was staring at him and Preston's comment about being friends wasn't helping. Letting out a sigh when Sophia turned the broken glass into dust, he set down the bottle Maria gave him, and dared not to look Jane in the eyes. Yeah, because all we need are more drinks. Feeling utterly stupid and angry, Jake sat back, relaxing on the comfy couch. It may have been a school, but the furniture was pretty nice. Looking to Maria who sat across the room and drowning out the boring question of truth that Sophia was answering, he wondered if that smirk ever left his dorm mate's face. What did she even have to smirk about?

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Maria scooted over a bit as Preston came back to sit down, but this time she wasn't so eager to get back on his lap. "Thank's for the fun," she whispered mischievously into the boy's ear as she got up. It wasn't that she didn't like Preston, he seemed like he'd be great in bed, but her motto was always: never stay in one guy's lap for too long, you never want them to get comfy. In other words, play hard to get. Make 'em all jealous, and then draw them in at the end of the party, when the real fun happened. Now, who shall be my next victim? Glancing around the room, she noticed a particular pair of eyes giving her the death glare. Might as well. What could go wrong? Walking over with a drunk little sway to her stride, Maria plopped herself down on Joseph before he could say a word. This was the guy she spared with, right? This would certainly be an interesting night.

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God dammit, what the hell was all the commotion about? Opening the dorm door, she looked both ways down the hallway, noticing a dim light and soft voices coming from the lounge. The small girl had on her casual sweat pants and a light pink t-shirt, holding her stuffed rabbit. It may have been extremely late in the night, but oddly enough she hadn't fallen to sleep yet. Hearing the voices first sparked some curiosity, but after a while, it was that annoying fly that never died. Walking tiredly to the lounge door, she took a deep breath. As soon as she opened the door to reveal what was inside, the stench of alcohol hit her like a smack in the face. Glancing around, it looked as if every slut and druggy was here, drunk and stoned. Part of her wanted to leave right away, but she forgot to hold the door open and now that it shut, it would've looked weird if she left. So, the small girl awkwardly stood by the door, holding her stuffed animal.

"Scotland?" Erin repeated, her eyebrows raising in surprise as her eyes brightened. She should have guessed that by his accent, but it didn't matter. "That's cool! I haven't met anyone that close yet. There's that one lad from England but that's not the same." It was neat to meet someone actually from Scotland. Sure there was Ashton who had lived there for a short time, but that didn't really count. This was really cool. He had certainly caught her attention. She hadn't even really bothered to look in the direction of the truth or dare game anymore. She had glanced back once to see some brown-headed boy doing a lap dance on the girl who started the game but that was about the last thing she tuned into other than the glass shattering from Jake. It had made her jump slightly but she didn't pay it any mind.

"England." Rohan scratched the back of his head as he repeated the country's name, thoughtfully, casting a glance to the light-haired guy whose name was drawn in the game. It was a way to keep up with the game, a game he expected would not see his name called for a while. no one knew his name. He expected to be one of the last people, when the well had run dry on new faces to question and a face turned to his and went, "What is your name, I haven't seen you around here?" That could be for another hour with all the people that were in that room. He'd been asleep by the time that question was asked. The boy took a long swig of his beer, which ran dry as his tired, itchy eyes as she shut them for a moment and added, "I don't right care for Englanders. Us Celts, us Celts are a pod." He placed the glass bottle on the table beside where he now sat, and it was no longer his responsibility, but that if the person who started the party. What a burdensome task hosting was; he could never do it.