Truth or Dare? [open]

Before Joseph could even finish his beer, Maria had moved over from her previous spot right onto Joseph's own lap, maintaining a narcissistic grin all the while. He didn't even say anything as she settled down on his thighs. He just sat stiffly, fingers tightening around the drink in his hand. He wasn't sure if he was more dumbfounded or spiteful that she'd decided on such a bold move, considering the fact that the last time they'd met, he'd nearly broken her jaw, and she'd cut his arm off. His arm, of course, had regrown quite swiftly, but even to somebody with regenerative healing powers, it was more than rude to do such a thing--And on your first meeting with the person, more importantly. The prefect had hoped that would be the last time he would have to speak with her for the remainder of his time at Beata, but here she was, sitting on him as if he didn't resent her.

He kept he dark hazel eyes locked with Maria's own gaze, hard and unwavering, and his jaw sat firm. "There are plenty of laps to sit on." His voice stayed moderately quiet, but lacked no degree of coldness. "If you're not here to pay for the coat you ruined, then I suggest you get comfy somewhere else." There was really nothing he could do, because starting a fight in the middle of the lounge was childish and dangerous, but idle threats were better than no threats.

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((*quietly leaves*))

Jane snatched the beer out of the air. It was much appreciated. She wrapped her fingers around the cap, twisting, twisting, and... Sheesh, she couldn't get it open. That was embarrassing, but nothing new. With a sigh, she set it between her thighs and rubbed her palms together. "Alright..." she muttered to herself, leaning in to wrap her whole fist around the head of the bottle, turning her whole body with leverage. The cap dug into her palm, and she was twisting until her face turned red, but finally it gave way with a satisfying hiss. There. Jane breathed a sigh.

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It took a few moments for her to tear her eyes away from the lap dance drama to even notice the notepad being shoved in her face. Oh... She gave a skittish twitch of her lips. Uh, another beer... Of course she wanted one. Evelyn hesitated, and then gave a curt nod, forcing her best polite smile. "Um, I mean, um, s-s-sure... i-i-if it's n-not any tr-tro-trouble..."

OOC: Bumping. Pls.

Will caught the beer with ease and cracked it open. He took a swig out of it and turned to Dakota. "Are you having fun yet?" he said, his voice starting to get slightly slurred. The flask had some serious alcohol to it, and he wished he could just take the whole thing. Noticing that no one had taken it yet, he took another drink of it and smiled. Damn that was some good liquor.

Dare huh? Well Sophia knew that sexual dares were a common place in a game like this, and she one have normally come up with one, but she had a desire to make someone uncomfortable. And maybe just maybe this dare would work. "Well Jonno, I want you to sit in his lap." She said pointing to Liam. Hopefully this would get her the result she was looking for.

Maria rolled her eyes, already bored. His coat? Trying to remember their little spar, she remembered his coat. He still wanted that ugly thing? Sighing internally, she wondered how bendable this guys temper was. "Oh come on, you're still mad over what, a coat?" The girl said in a seductive tone, not that he knew what her seductive tone sounded like. "I mean, if you really want... I could offer you more than money..." Maria added softly, reaching up to his chin with her head. The girl may have spared with him, and even though he probably hated her, she would get what she wanted, just like she always did.

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Looking around, it looked like a dare was about to start, and she prayed that she couldn't be called on. One guy crushed a bottle with a metal hand, some girls were comfy on guys' laps, and all she wondered was 'what in the world was happening?' Seeing that most of the couch seats were filled with drunk students, Bridget found a spot on the floor near the edge of the crowd, holding Rex in her arms tightly. The stench of alcohol that filled the air was overwhelming and she wondered how they even got so much booze. "So, um, how long has everyone been here?" The small girl turned to a red haired girl, hoping that she could be heard over everything else that happened.

It wasn't the best way to notice the two boys. Maisie had been lingering in the back, sipping on a beer, but realized that Liam was there as well as Jonathan. And there was Jonno, sitting on his lip because of a dare. It took her a few blinks to see if it was truly them, mouth frozen on the lip of the bottle. A weird feeling welled up in her at the sight. She smiled smugly and walked over to where they were. She said nothing, just laying down on her stomach beside them, chin in her hands, not even doing so much as glancing in their direction. The smug smile, however? That was still on her mouth. Despite her quarrels with Jonathan, Liam was her only real friend, and well, she couldn't resist revealing herself. She had to let him know she knew.

Oh. Oh. Evelyn froze like a deer in headlights. Even if no one knew who she was here, suddenly there was a prickly sensation creeping up the back of her neck, like every eye was on her. Jon singled her out, in this giant crowd. How did he keep noticing her? It was like her power wasn't there at all for him, but that wasn't what made the words choke in her throat. Truth. That was her first instinct. She lived a pretty boring life, what was the worst he could hit her with? Well, probably a few things, but that was beside the point.

But that involved speaking.

In front of this giant crowd.

She felt her heart rise in her throat at the prospect, and Evelyn suddenly wished she hadn't been so quick to finish her last beer. A swig would calm her nerves right now. "Uh..."

Dare. She couldn't pick dare. He could make her do anything, and every other dare had been something bizarre and humiliating. It'd be life-ending. Evelyn drummed her fingers against her legs, fighting back the flush washing over her face. It was hard to look at him as he shuffled in the redhead's lap, so she focused her gaze on the patch of wall over his shoulder, with too much intensity. Picking dare was out of the question.

"Dare," she blurted, all at once, her voice shaky.

Aw, fuck.

Erin nodded at what Rohan had said with a smile on her face. "True!" she replied before she heard someone else speaking in her direction. Turning to look, she saw a brunette not too far away looking at her questioningly. Erin had only half heard the question to begin with, so she had to think about and decipher what the girl had asked before she could answer. With a shrug, she took a quick glance around the room at all the bodies. "Not too long. There have only been four, five dares? Maybe a truth thrown in. You just getting here?" she asked, holding her pillow close to her.

Anima nodded to Evelyn, getting up slowly but luckily steadily as she made the walk across the room again to get more beer. This time however, she intended only to grab one for Evelyn; she'd had enough to drink herself and she didn't want to risk losing more function than she already had. Anima went slowly, trying to limit how much she wobbled. Holy shit... Is this what it's like being drunk? Maybe the next time getting drunk was an option, she'd decline. Then again, maybe in some bizarre twist of fate some good would come from being inerbriated. As Anima grabbed a beer, she heard the words. "Truth or dare?" She wouldn't have paid them much mind, if not for the fact they were preceeded by Evelyn's name. Trying to hide a somewhat curious and amused look, she walked back to Evelyn. Anima flopped down back to where she was sitting and extended the beer out to Evelyn as another word caught her every off guard. "Dare."

The buzz of his dance had worn out the instant he realized Sophia had seriously contemplating his question. A look of disgust and embarrassment quickly crept on his face. His brow furrowed, looking to the quick as she avoided his gaze and he let out a small huff. Preston tried his best to laugh and play it off what he felt like was a back-handed insult, quickly snapping the cap off another bottle and downing his beer. He let himself sink back into the couch, minding his own and letting the game go on. Hmph.

Dakota watched the rest of the dares unfold, visibly cringing at a few of the outcomes. Was this an evening of truth or dare of an under-aged orgy waiting to unfold? The red-head didn't seem very amused, quickly braiding at little stands of her hair and caught Will's eyes as he finally seemed to remember her existence again. It was almost surprising. He had seemed so hung up on that Irish lass from the coffee table. "Oh yeah, this is just fantastic." She mused, although it was with a smile, she felt a little uneasy. That shot was making her stomach feel weird and her head a bit light. It was harder to numb out everyone's growing excitement and their shameless thoughts. The Spring huffed under her breath. "Save me," she whispered under her breath to no one in particular.

Despite everything that was happening, nobody seemed more uncomfortable in that room more than Liam. At first when he heard Bubblegum's dare, he refused to believe it. She couldn't have been serious, or there was no way in hell Jonno would've actually went through with it, not with the strange ... whatever it was the two of them had going on between them. Sure enough, the red-head was quickly moving his beer out of the way to save it from spilling as the pink-hair was finding himself nestled in his lap - nuzzling in for good measures. "You - ah - ..." For once he was completely speechless, his face turning a dire shade, same as his hair.

Of course things only got better once he noticed Maisie come in and get comfortable, laying in the empty spot aside him. He didn't need to see her face to know how smug she must have looked then. He never signed up for this. Quickly, Liam downed the rest of his drink, wishing for another and setting the empty bottle carefully atop the blonde girl's back.

No, no, no way. Really? Evelyn's mouth dropped open slightly as she snapped her head to look at the girl beside her. Kimply... A girl? Was that petty revenge after having to sit on the redhead's lap? Maybe some part of her had hoped from something more lenient, but that had been stupid. It wasn't like he had any reason to take it easy on her. Besides, maybe this was better than what she could've got. Already she was trying to rationalize it, as she looked almost frantically from Kimply to Jonathan and back to Kimply again. Okay, at least she wasn't giving a strip tease. Okay, at least she didn't have to sit on some random guy's lap. Okay, at least it was someone she knew, and not some scary stranger, like the tall boy Maria was sitting on. This wouldn't be so bad with Kimply.

That didn't stop the minor, thinly veiled panic from creeping onto her face, and it didn't do anything to keep her heartbeat down. Oh, goodness. "O-okay..." Evelyn took the beer from Anima with a fumbling hand, cracked it open while mutely nodding to affirm the dare, and threw back her head to guzzle down half the can. Seven minutes in heaven. Even if she'd never been within shouting distance of a truth or dare game before tonight, she grasped the basics... sort of. There was a closet, there were seven minutes, and then... Well, she didn't really know what else, just vague ideas, and each one made her want to lie down and die a teensy bit more than the last. She set the beer to the side with a sigh, buried her face into her hands, and then sat up, finally buzzed enough to look Kimply in the eye.

Why did I pick dare?

She really was an idiot.

Without a word, she stood up with a wavery smile and picked her way toward the closet. Her whole body felt like it was burning, like everyone in the entire school was staring right at her. Probably because they were. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. She stepped in time to the word, casting a glance over her shoulder to make sure Kimply was following. Evelyn had considered just refusing, but no one else had before, and she wasn't sure she could speak at that point anyways. So she'd just caved.

What did you even do during all this? Did they have to do anything? What did seven minutes in a closet mean? Could they just sit there? But then why was it a dare?

Aggghhh...

She stood in front of the closet door, and with a deep breath, turned the knob and pushed it open.

Dark, narrow, with a low overhead shelf loaded with boxes. Evelyn swallowed and gingerly stepped inside, casting a few cautious glances around. Musty. She chewed on her lip, glancing up, down, her eyes sweeping over the walls. Um. Alright. Now what? Once Kimply stood inside, there was maybe enough space for them both to sit down if they both crisscrossed their legs, and not much more. Oh dear.

Evelyn glanced out of the open closet, toward Kimply, not even trying to mask the apprehension and awkwardness written across her face. Once that door closed, it'd be just about pitch black.

Jeez.

Well, how bad could it be?

Morgan raised an eyebrow as she watched Jonathan climb into another redhead's lap. She covered her mouth with the sleeve of her shirt to hide her smile, figuring it would ruin her too-cool-for-this-all persona she'd built since she'd accidentally entered the room.

Kimply hadn't been paying much attention to anything that wasn't her beer. The alcohol had loosened her up a little, leaving her feeling warm all over and pleasantly buzzed. So caught up in her drink, she hadn't noticed Jonathan speaking from Liam's lap. My fellow pink hair friend... Wait. Who else had pink hair in here? She looked up and noticed a couple people looking at her, making her already flushed face brighten even more. Then she processed everything he had said.. to Evelyn, and she finally understood what was going on.

Looking over at her best friend, she felt bad that the poor girl was under so much attention, knowing how she probably felt. It was quite a surprise to know she picked dare at all. That seemed to be totally against her nature. Still, and it might have been silly of her, but Kimply was happy that she had been picked instead of someone Evelyn hardly knew. Surely that would make things at least a bit less scarring for her? She looked over at her friend and gave her a reassuring smile, before getting up and stumbling a bit before she followed the purple eyed girl to the closet. Inside, it was cramped. She didn't have much choice but to get in Eve's bubble, sending her an apologetic smile. Before she shut the door behind them, Kimply turned to send one last wink to the room, and anyone still watching them.

The door shut with a click and darkness washed over them, further solidifying the awkwardness of the situation. She could see a bit, mostly the outline of the other girl, but not much else. "Um. We don't have to do anything, but like, that's kinda what seven minutes in heaven is. You know. Seven minutes of uh..." She winced. "Well, you know. But we can just not and say we did." She reassured. To be quite honest, Kimply was at the stage of drinking where she really wouldn't have minded, but that obviously wasn't her call.

The door closed, and that was it. Darkness. She pressed her back against the wall, rubbing her hands in front of her, trying to calm her breathing. Sheesh... Spikes of something like adrenaline shot through her with every heartbeat. Well. Here they were. In the closet. Together... For seven minutes... With everyone outside. Evelyn glanced around, but there wasn't any way to tell the time in here, and she didn't have her phone. Okay. There wasn't any need to get all antsy about this. This would be fine. They'd be fine. Right. No need to make a big deal out of it. Just... two friends in the closet.

Oh jeez.

Evelyn piqued up when Kimply spoke, and felt herself wilt under her words. Uh, so she'd had a couple ideas about what 'heaven' was supposed to be, but... Did they really expect that out there? ;A; She fidgeted against the wall, wondering if she should've been smashing those beers down a bit faster before her turn had come. Then maybe it wouldn't be so awkward. The alcohol had started to do its work, a light buzz coming on and making her feel light and flushed, but even with that, this wasn't easy.

She blew out a nervous breath. "R-right..." They didn't have to do anything. It wasn't like there was anybody to force them. Once again, she prayed some silent thanks that she'd been paired with Kimply, and not some random stranger. If she did have to go through this dare, then it was better with her, then... well, about anyone else she'd seen in that room.

It was cramped in here. Evelyn looked up, shooting Kimply a small uncertain smile, but she wasn't sure if she could even see it. Her eyes still hadn't adjusted to the dark, but she could feel her breath on her face, and the longer she stared, the more she could make out her silhouette. "Um, w-well, t-t-to be honest..." She kept her voice barely above a whisper, paranoid the rest of the lounge would hear, even above all the clamor of the party. "I'm glad i-it was y-you... and, um... well, y-you know..."

Hell. This was all coming out weird. She squirmed, pressing herself harder against the wall, and finally let out a breath to release her stress. Fine... This was fine. It was Kimply. She'd known her for years, and out of everyone at Beata, she'd only been closer to one other person. So what was there to worry about? Evelyn bit at her lip, and it felt like the closet was swirling around in circles below her feet. The first time she'd drank, really drank, it'd been with another roommate, dyed white hair and gray-blue eyes, her hair tied into twintails. She blocked out the memory and focused on Kimply instead.

It didn't matter. This was just a stupid dare, and, well, it'd be lame if they just stood there and waited. Evelyn forced a bigger smile, but it faded almost as soon as it came. Without thinking, she raised her hand, her fingers grazing blindly over Kimply's arm as she tried to find her way in the dark, up her shoulder, to her cheek, tucking a lock of pink hair behind the girl's ear. All her thinking and fretting went out the window.

Besides, she was curious. It'd been so long, and... she'd come here to have fun, and she was sick of moping around. Why'd she come to truth or dare if she didn't want to be picked? Maybe it was the beer doing the thinking now, stripping away all her inhibitions, but it was nice not to think for once. There wasn't anything to worry about. Just one quick thing, between friends, and then that'd be it. No one would care. Her other hand found Kimply's waist.

You just had to go for it.

Evelyn took one last breath and leaned forward, lightly pressing her lips against hers.

While her eyes slowly readjusted, it made everything seem that much more packed in the closet. Her breath mingled with the shorter girl's, alcohol on both of their tongues. She didn't move, content with spending the next seven minutes standing there awkwardly, if that's what Evelyn preferred. When she spoke, Kimply mirrored her smile through the darkness. "Well, if I had to do this with anyone, I'm glad it's you too, Eve." The fact that Evelyn had said that warmed her heart. Or maybe that was just the booze. She couldn't be too sure.

She waited there for a moment, and then she felt Evelyn's gentle touch on her arm, sliding up to her shoulder, her cheek, tucking hair behind her ear. Kimply held her breath, uncertain of what she would do. The contact gave her goosebumps. She didn't move, letting Evelyn lead the way to wherever she wanted this to go. A hand rested against her waist, and she tried to figure out the other girl's next move, to no avail. She couldn't see her expression, couldn't figure out what she was thinking in the darkness of the closet. Perhaps that was a good thing. It made this whole moment seem like a weird disorted dream, like they were seperated completely from reality.

At least, for the next five minutes.

The last thing she heard as an intake of shaky breath before she felt the pressure of Evelyn's lips against her. For a moment she didn't move, tensing in surprise. If she was to be honest, she didn't think she'd actually go through with it. But the moment passed, and she kissed back, reaching up and tangling her hands in Evelyn's hair, forgetting entirely about the entire party of people just outside the door.