Truth or Dare? [open]

A certain winter boy with super hearing on the way to his dorm was passing by the lounge trying his best to ignore all the craziness going on inside. He never cared for big gatherings like that. For one it could get way too loud and hurt his ears, and who knew how many people were already drunk in there. The winter's hands were shoved in his pockets as he was passing the door, but he stopped as he heard a familiar voice over all the noise. Save me? Oh boy things might not being going exactly as expected in there. Mason let out a sigh, he was going to do something a bit crazy. Might as well since it probably matched what was going on inside.

The winter boy let out a sigh before taking a step back, and facing the door. He approached the door and removed his hands from his pockets. Shoving the door open with a sort of loud bang, the winter didn't make any eye contact with any of the other students besides the student that asked for the help. He didn't care if any of the others stared at him either. Once he reached the pig tailed girl, one of his arms grabbed her and pulled her up to his side. He would only hit people with poor girl going out the way he came in so, he went to the nearest window opened it, and jumped out with Dakota in tow.


Sophia blinked when she saw a familiar boy enter the room with a loudish bang. She couldn't exactly recall who he was, but she remembered seeing him before that simulation or something that one day a while back. Her amber eyes followed him as he crossed the room proceeded to pick up a girl, and then jump out the window. As soon as he did that, she remembered that day fully. He had managed to jump out the window that day too. She blinked once again not paying attention to what was going on. Not even caring that she had succeeded in making someone uncomfortable. She could only recall the boy and his window jumping antics. Was that something that occurred often?

Maria's attempts at sounding raunchy bounced off of Joseph like a rubber ball on a tile floor. Not only did he have a general disinterest in such antics, but the offer coming from Maria's mouth only made him feel even less inclined to do something of the sort. His dark hazel eyes flitted over the Autumn's form and then focused back on her own eyes, glowering at Joseph as if she were about to get her way. To outsiders, it looked almost as if the prefect was considering agreeing to her proposition, but then he scoffed.

"A big rack and a pretty face isn't going to get you everywhere." Joseph swallowed another hefty mouthful of beer, and then reached up to push Maria's hand away from his jaw.  "Hate to break it to you. Fucking me isn't recompense for attacking me out of the blue and shredding up my clothing. You'll have to do better than that. It doesn't pay, and besides, I'm not interested in anything of the sort with anyone. Least of all you." His tone-of-voice was cool, but didn't raise in volume, despite how off-put he was by Maria's close proximity. Oh, how he wished he could be whisked away by the effects of alcohol. Damn his gift. Damn it to hell.

Before Will could reply to Dakota, a boy loudly crashed into the room, scooped up Dakota, and promptly jumped out the window. He burst out laughing at the craziness of it. "What the hell? Who the hell?" he asked still laughing. Soon after, things were back to normal and the girl who had brought the flask was asking for it again. Grabbing it in his hands, he tossed it back to the girl, not feeling like getting up. "Incoming!" he added as the flask went through the air.

The moment their lips meant, time, thought, all of it evaporated in an instant. She didn't need to worry about anything. It was a dare. A stupid dare. Of course.

After so long, and with someone new, it was almost like she'd forgotten how to kiss, but she got the hang of it again before long. There really wasn't much to it. Growing up, she'd always secretly fretted about how a kiss was supposed to work, even if she'd never even been close to a boy—or a girl. When the closest thing you had for reference were Hallmark specials and pecks on the cheek from your great aunt, she'd always felt completely lost when she tried to think about it. She couldn't ask, obviously. But after Colette, and Jace, and now her... Well, now she just felt like an idiot. There'd been alcohol involved with all three. Evelyn wondered if that had something to do with it.

Even if the whole routine was similar, it was different kissing a girl. Or at least, it was different kissing Kimply. She couldn't remember anything exact about Colette, just the sharp scent of beer on her breath and the hazy undercurrent of emotions, alcohol, and adrenaline, but she remembered kissing Jace. Evelyn's hand snaked around Kimply back, pulling her in closer, beyond thinking at this point. Kimply didn't have the height, or the build, or the solid frame, and she even smelled different—girly shampoos instead of the familiar musk of cologne. Lighter, daintier, softer. Her hand glided up Kimply's back, trailing along her spine, and—...

... Ah, what the hell was she doing?

Evelyn pulled away, her face flushed, hair tousled where Kimply had tangled her fingers, breathing hard. Looking at her now, from this close up, it took her a few moments to find her words. "Um..." She forced herself to break apart their tight embrace, but for whatever reason, couldn't bring herself to keep her hands to herself, both hands still lightly set on Kimply's waist. Tingles. Ha... There was a giddy, absolutely stupid looking smile plastered on her face, the perfect mix of awkward and dopey. "Th-that was..." Nice. That was what came to mind. "...p-p-probably seven minutes..."

After a quick moment, still staring, she gave a nervous laugh and pulled away further, trying to play it casual, but probably looking like she'd been stuck in a closet with a snake and was trying to escape. Her heart skipped a beat. Damn it. What was even the point of this dare? What had they even been doing out there the whole time?

She needed to get out of this stupid closet already. Evelyn fumbled around in the dark, and missing the knob about five too many times, finally wrapped her fingers around it and flung the door open, stumbling into the light, blinking.

Was it... kinda drafty in here? She smoothed down her hair in a quick recovery attempt, readjusted her shirt, her eyes sweeping around the room. Who opened the window? Evelyn froze where she stood, her heart feeling like it was about to burst. Shit. She had to ask somebody. Her eyes jumped from Preston to Jonathan, and then to the strangers in the crowd. Of course, she didn't know anyone here, and the only familiar faces had already gone. Without thinking, her eyes latched onto the first acquaintance she could see.

"Um... um... A-Anima, t-truth or dare?"

It was hard to stand casually when it felt like the whole word was staring at you, but she tried her best, even if it came across as stiff. God, she'd need another drink. She wished she'd thought out a couple questions beforehand, just in case...

What? Did she hear her name? Anima snapped to attention, only now realizing that she was somewhat out of it for... who knows how long. Apparently being tired and being drunk made being wide awake and aware somewhat difficult. What did she ask...? Truth or dare...? Oh shit. Fuck. Well, it was probably only a matter of time, after all. Trying to ignore the fact that everyone's attention might be on her now, Anima scrambled for her notebook and pen, staring at the empty page. What was she going to go with? "Dare" seemed the more popular choice thus far, but "truth" would probably be safer. Shit, what would she go with, what would be bet-

Dare.

Dare... well, hell. Evelyn rubbed the back of her head, dropping her gaze down to the ground. It would've been nice to take her place where she'd been sitting before, but now that she was daring the girl who'd been right next to her, sauntering over would've felt awkward. A dare? What kind of thing did people do for dares? Besides the lap dances, kissing, and strip teases... She'd already seen enough of those by now. Ahhh... Well, she didn't want to embarrass her, but now she was on the spot. She had to come up with something. Evelyn flipped through a dozen vague ideas in her head, each one lamer than the last.

"Dance... w-w-without music, f-f-for, uh..." A number. Think of a number. "Seven mi-minutes."

...Of course, that was the first one that came out.

It wasn't the best, but that was all she could think about. "Um, y-y-you can... ask s-s-someone else first, too..." She wasn't even sure if Anima could hear her from where she stood, but she strained her voice to try and make herself heard. Maybe delivering her dare while other people were taking their turns would make it less painful. Sorry, Anima.

Oh. Shit. Yeah, maybe picking dare wasn't the right choice. Especially with how Anima was handling the beer. She could probably dance still, but it sure as hell wouldn't be an award-winning performance by any stretch of the imagination. Not to mention... Anima didn't have the faintest clue about dancing when she was sober. Uh oh. And... was she supposed to dance with someone? And if so, then who? Evelyn? Wait.
Could I... dance with Evelyn? Even though it was almost certainly due to the alcoh that was in her system, Anima was starting to find it hard to really care. At least, comparitively speaking. Then again, this could still blow up and end really teri-... Fuck it.

Dance with you?

Giving a yawn as he spoke, Maria was already bored. Waving her hand a dismissive and lazy sort of way, she got off his lap and stood in front of him. "Bla bla bla, you're so Goddamn boring!" she exclaimed with a roll of her eyes. "Your loss man," with that, the Autumn made her way back over to Jake, almost tripping over her own feet from all she had to drink. "Some guys just ruin on the fun," she said in a bored tone, sitting herself back onto her dorm mate's lap, swinging her legs over the chair arm. In the end, she realized that she should've just stayed where she was. Looking up to Jake, who looked like he'd calmed down after his little fit and was now sleeping, she lifted her arm and slapped his droopy cheek with the palm of her hand. "You've got to be kidding me. It's not even that late!" Maria gave a sigh and raised a brow, knowing that he knew what she wanted.


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Watching the dares unfold, Jake somewhat dozed off. It'd been a long day and drinking his worries away always made the tall student tired. His little nap was surprisingly nice, but the peaceful rest didn't last long. Waking with a jolt, it took him a minute to remember where he was, and looking down, Maria was back on his lap. When did she get here? Wait, did I fall asleep? Looking around a bit dazed, it didn't look like anything important happened, and he guessed that he hadn't been out very long. Looking back to Maria, he gave a sigh and furrowed his brows. "Sorry, all out," giving a shrug, he was somewhat disappointed that he'd run out, but even if he had some booze, Maria didn't deserve any. Not that he'd have a choice whether to give it to her or not... feeling his pockets, he realized that he'd totally forgotten about the other goodies that he brought. "But I do have something else that you might like," Bringing a small bag of grass and a few sheets of paper out of his pocket, Jake made sure to keep it discrete, but tilted his head down towards the goodies for Maria to see and gave a devilish grin. The Autumn wasn't a total pot head, but having some on special occasions was his jam.

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"Ok, thanks," the small girl said, still sitting on the floor. She watched as student's drank and drank, wondering why everyone found the odd drink so wonderful. Didn't that stuff make you feel like shit in the long run? Letting out a sigh, Bridget stayed quiet, not really knowing what do do. She didn't really want to be called on, but for some reason, she stayed around, curious to see how the night would unfold.

Good grief... Evelyn avoided her gaze, struggling to find the words. That wasn't what she meant at all. She'd just gotten done with one dare, why would she put herself through that again? For a moment, she was tempted to accept, if only because she didn't want to turn her down, but... Ahhh, she was the one in control here. After seven minutes in the closet, that was enough for dares tonight, as long as she could help it. Once was exhausting, and she wasn't about to embarrass herself in front of all these people on purpose. Steeling herself, she shook her head. "N-no..." she clarified. "By y-y-yourself." Or with anyone else. Really, she didn't care, as long as it wasn't with her.

Looking around, still rubbing the back of her neck, her head swirling... Jesus. Her eyes landed on the flask in an unfamiliar girl's hand that had been passed around throughout the night. If she could've worked up the nerve, she would've asked for it. Damn it.

Ahem. When Evelyn pulled away, Kimply hadn't realized how caught up in the moment she had been. It had been years since she last kissed someone, and that kiss had been initiated by a dare too. Compared to this, having to kiss a sweaty boy in front of a room of middle schoolers wasn't much of a kiss at all, now that she reflected on it.

When the door opened and they returned to the real world, Kimply tried not to look at the party of people as she readjusted her shirt, looking down to hide her blushing cheeks. God, she needed another drink.

Ahahaha. That didn't work. Oopsies. Trembling slightly from a combination of nervousness and inerbriation, Anima set her notebook and pen down where she was sitting after raising to her feet. Keeping her eyes glued to the floor, not daring to meet the gazes of everyone in the room or even see how many people were looking at her, she walked to the center of the room. For a moment, she stood still with a reddened face. What was she going to do? She couldn't dance, and odds were that everyone would know that when she was done with her dare. Hopefully she could manage to draw courage from being wasted.

After the moment had passed she simply started, clecnhing her eyes closed whilst keeping them aimed at the ground. Twice she lightly stomped her right foot, before lifting it a third time and sidestepping to her right. Then she would repeat this with her left foot, before sidestepping back to the left. As Anima continued this process, it grew more fluid, more natural. She'd start to turn slightly as she sidestepped. Whether it was the alcohol, improving dancing, or both, Anima mustered up the confidence to open her eyes, although she continued to look downward. A little more time passed, and she was looking roughly straight ahead (even if she had to firce herself to do so) and was now running her hands across her body in an attempt to be at least remotely sexy. Reaching for the zipper of her sweatshirt, she unzipped it whist she danced and removed it, carelessly throwing it across the room. God damn, she was getting into this. Putting on a smile that was meant to be seductive but came out as half that, half nervous and awkward, she put her hands on her waist and pulled, letting her skirt drop to her ankles before she kicked it off and did her sidestepping dance back to where she had been sitting and flopped back down, picking up her notebook.

Pink-haired girl, truth or dare? Now, that was really something. Exhaling deeply, it took Anima a moment for it to fully click she was sitting in a white t-shirt and panties now. ...Fuck.

Evelyn wilted away, all her words sticking in her throat. It started out nice enough, but as soon as she dropped to remove her skirt, she dropped her eyes to the ground, wishing she could sink into the carpet. Unoriginal... Yeah, maybe, but she hadn't dared her to strip... Anima was a shy girl, but thinking back here and there, she did have a streak of shamelessness... A part of her wished she had her confidence. Another part of her wished Anima had a bit of her modesty.

In the background, the host of the party gave a smattering of uncertain clapping. Uhh, yolo?

Evelyn glanced around, silently shuffling away, hoping to fade into the background. She needed a drink, and she needed to sit down, but she wasn't going to sit there. Not with Anima in her underwear (just how wasted was she?), and she wasn't sure she could look Kimply in the eye after... well, that. Instead, she picked her way around the room, slipping around everyone's backs in a wide circle until she found the magically enchanted case. With a small sigh, she delicately plucked out a can, nursing it in her hands.

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Jane watched the exchange in muted interest. It was hard not to, on this tiny couch, when Maria was getting passed around like a hot potato. She could've smelled the faint musk of grass on him from the moment he walked in, so seeing it for herself wasn't all too surprising.

She gave a small smirk as Juliette snatched it away. Ah, perfect time to play the prefect, yeah? Jane glanced at her, all too innocent. "You can give it to me for safekeeping, prefect ma'am," she teased.

Joseph exhaled quietly in relief as Maria got up off of his lap and went to go sit on somebody else. Good, go get on someone else's nerves. He tipped his beer can back one more time, effectively finishing off the last gulp of liquid.

He slumped back a bit in his seat, consciously paying minimal attention to the game that was going on as he waited for another opportunity to inconspicuously snatch alcohol from an unsuspecting party-goer. He averted his eyes as a young girl from the Winter house started to strip-tease and dance awkwardly.. One of his dorm-mates, actually, but he'd never cared enough to catch her name. He was definitely not going to bed with that image in his mind tonight.

And then out of the corner of his eye, the Winter prefect spotted Juliette snatching something out of Jake's hand. A tiny bag, filled with crushed green leaves that he knew all-too well. His eyes lit up with a sudden intrigue. He hadn't had a whiff of the stuff for a month, and it had been driving him a bit mad. There was a seller in town, but like many Beata students, Joseph was a broke loser. He'd spent all of his money from his summer job on his car, gas, and alcohol. The car crash that had introduced him to the academy really hadn't helped his already flimsy financial situation, either.

Joseph forward to place his empty can on the table sitting before him. He didn't actually care about  "Mmh, I don't know if I trust Jules here with that stuff if she had a good friend who's interested in it," he said to Jane, only half-playing along with the joke. He did want to confiscate it, but that wasn't why. "I think I should take it down to the office to be disposed of after this shit-show is done." He plucked the bag out of his cousin's hand.

Right. Kimply was braiding her hair in a nervous gesturing, looking up every now and then at the rest of the party. She was pretty sure the blush was now a permanent part of her face, something she'd have to learn to live with. It had moved in. Anima was dancing and... stripping? Which hadn't been a part of the deal, but each to their own. When she finished, it took Kimply quite a bit for her to notice that Anima was asking her something. The faceless person beside her had to nudge her numerous times before she looked up. "OH! God, sorry!" If she didn't think her blush could grow any deeper, she was proved wrong. "Right. I think I've reached my weird sexual dare quota for the night, so I'm going to go with truth." She figured she deserved it.

Truth, huh? Luckily Anima had a good question she had been wondering already that she could ask. That is, if it would be a good question to ask. Not to mention that maybe she didn't want to know the answer to it. She didn't have any other ideas though and the sooner attention was off of her the better. So Anima began to write again quickly, which didn't do great things for her handwriting especially when combined with her inerbriation, but it was still legible. Just not nearly as neat as it normally would be.

What were you doing in the closet?

After she was done writing, she let the pen drop to her side while holding the notebook up with one hand and pulling her shirt down to try and cover as much of her front as possible with the other, red-faced as ever.