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Date: 2011-12-21 10:03 am (UTC)“Vulpes!” Caesar hollered. “Great sport of you to join us!”
“Of course”, Vulpes replied smoothly as he knelt down, as sitting cross-legged like the others was out of question with his kilt.
“How does this game work?” Caesar looked at the empty beer bottle standing in the middle of the circle.
“Easy”, Veronica said. “We spin the bottle, and whomever it points at has to... are we playing truth or dare?”
“Yes!” Moore clapped her hands.” Truth or dare!”
“Fine. So whomever the bottle points at has to choose truth or dare. Either answer a question truthfully or do a deed.”
“Caesar took a sip of his punch. “Who asks the question?”
“We start with... uhm...”
Cass leaned forward and spun the bottle. It came to rest on Scribe Ibsen. “He starts.”’
“Good.” Veronica flashed Ibsen a sweet smile and gestured at him to go ahead. “Spin the bottle.”
Ibsen did as he was told and the bottle came to point at Cass.
“Then you have to ask truth or dare”, Veronica said helpfully.
“Right.” Ibsen cleared his throat. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare!” Cass giggled and knocked back her punch. “I ain’t no sissy!”
“Then you have to make something up Cass will have to do.”
“Uhm.” Ibsen scratched his head. “Ah...”
“Something silly”, Veronica fell in. “Something really embarrassing.”
“Uh... then... ah... I’m afraid I’m not good at this.”
“Bullshit!” Cass produced a noisemaker and hooted. “Your time’s up!”
“No it isn’t!”
“Yes it is!”
“No, there’s no time limit!” Veronica looked at the courier for support. “Is there?!”
“Ah... not that I know of”, the Courier replied a little hesitatingly.
“See.”
Cass pouted.
“Okay. Then you... ah... wave your arms and cluck like a chicken.”
“What?”
“You heard him, Cass!”
Cass stood up and waved her arms, looking completely bedevilled. She waved her arms around and then scratched her head. “What the fuck is a chicken?”
Everyone groaned.
“Next!” Caesar waved his hands. “This is bullshit. Who’s next?”
“Cass”, Veronica said. “Come on.”
Cass spun the bottle and it came to halt pointing at Vulpes.
Caesar and Cass both simultaneously broke out into a laugh. “Truth or dare?”, Cass snorted after catching back her breath.
“Truth.”
“Slowpoke.” That was Benny.
Vulpes crossed his arms.
“Right.” Cass looked into her empty cup, shrugged and looked at Vulpes again. “Whatcha wearing under that kilt of yours?”
Vulpes rolled his eyes. “Nothing.”
Every female in the circle, even Veronica, howled or emitted wolf-whistles at that.
“You can only choose truth once, then you have to do a dare”, Veronica threw in helpfully, a slightly evil grin on her face.
“Isn’t it three times?” Cass scratched her chin.
“No, that’d be too boooring.”
“M’kay.”
Vulpes’ face betrayed nothing.
“Your turn to spin!” Cass stood up and took both her and Caesar’s cup to the punch bowl for a refill while Vulpes shook his head and leaned forward to spin the bottle. It came to rest on Caesar himself.
Vulpes looked as if sheer force of will kept him from blushing. “Ah... truth or dare?”
“Dare!”
Cass came back, chuckling and almost spilling the punch as she sat down. Caesar took his cup from her, winked and fortified himself with a sip. Everyone stared expectantly at Vulpes who looked as if he was about to bolt.
“Well?” His lord and master crossed his arms.
Somewhere in the lounge a noise maker hooted amidst the giggling of party guests who had underestimated Veronica’s punch. The people in the circle were slowly becoming restless.
“Oh come on, Vulpes, I won’t bite your head off!”
Vulpes took a deep breath. “Then you shall recite a poem. In Latin.”