The courier looked at Vulpes again. Vulpes smirked and shrugged again. Resigning into her fate the courier shrugged and leaned forward to touch his lips with hers. To her surprise they were warm and soft. They also tasted faintly of punch, as did his tongue. A cacophony of cat-calls, jeers and whistles tore her back into reality and she jerked back with a fierce blush on her face. Vulpes cocked one eyebrow but said nothing.

After rallying herself the courier took the bottle and the game resumed with Ibsen having to make publicly known that he preferred boxer shorts over briefs, Moore admitting she had sexual fantasies of men in power armour, Benny announcing that if he really would have to fuck the Courier now he’d use doggy style (which earned him a few howls and cat-calls too), the Courier revealing after being asked whom she had given a blowjob that she had in fact never given anyone a blowjob yet. After that, Caesar had to perform a belly-dance. When he spun the bottle, it pointed at Vulpes.
“Truth.”
“You’re a drag, you know that, Vulpes?” Caesar grinned. “When was the last time you jerked yourself off?”
This time, he did blush.
Cass snorted. Veronica tried to stuff a giggle back in with pressing her hands to her mouth, remaining unsuccessful. Benny grinned shamelessly, Ibsen choked on his drink and the courier blushed almost as hard as Vulpes did.
“Come on now.” Caesar flicked a hand. “We ain’t got all night.”
“I can’t remember.”
“Liar, liar, pants on fire!”,Cass and Veronica yelled at him practically simultaneously before breaking out into a giggle.
“Roughly three weeks ago”, Vulpes said then.
“And who’ve you been thinking of?”
“You shall have to wait until the next opportunity arises.”
“Hmpf.” Caesar emptied his cup but rules were rules.

The Courier noticed the noise on the other side of the lounge increase and saw, after craning her neck, that a few Legionaries, NCR soldiers and Brotherhood paladins had taken some of their respective comrades onto their shoulders and now they played a – as of yet – peaceful game of pushing your adversaries off their respective mounts’ shoulders. Watching them, the courier could only hope things remained peaceful.

After that, Cassidy had to fetch drinks for everyone in the circle by carrying the cups on her head, one after another. It took quite a while, and even if that meant Vulpes had to drink another cup of the dreadful punch, the expression on Cassidy’s face as she tried to balance cup after cup on her head was well worth it.
Cass spun the bottle, and it pointed at the courier. “Dare!” She chuckled in glee. “Daahaare!”
The Courier rolled her eyes.
“Okay. Okay. This is perfect.” Cass took a hasty sip of her drink. “You gotta check if Vulpes has been telling the truth about what’s under his kilt!!”
“No”, both the courier and Vulpes said simultaneously.
The circle around them erupted into dirty laughter.
“That’s going too far”, the courier said.
Vulpes meant to say something too but was stopped when his lord gave him a long, glowing stare. To get it over with, he took the courier’s hand and unceremoniously shoved it under his kilt, on the side of the thigh, the least compromising spot. Everyone howled and whistled as the courier blushed a dark crimson. Vulpes himself didn’t look much better.
“That does it”, the courier said and got up, swaying a little after the fourth cup of punch. “I’m out of here.”
“HEY!” Cass threw her hat down beside her. “You gotta at least tell if he said the truth!”
“He did!” the courier yelled back and stomped off, ignoring the howls and jeers.