Re: [OPEN TO ALL] Truth or Dare

[Arthur Kirkland]

"Good," Arthur growled, and shook hands with the American. Firm handshake - least he had something complimentary about him. He would certainly enjoy this... Arthur intended to have some fun, and scurry about with a little bit of torture.

Hearing Altaf speak, he indicated to Alfred - and the others nearby - that they should go. He came to the middle of the room, taking a seat on the ground and waiting for others to follow and form the circle.

"Is it spin-the-bottle style, or are we just calling it out? Because I've got bottles if we need it," Arthur smirked. He was beginning to love being a dealer. It made up for what horrors he'd have to face later. In Ivan's possession.

[Alfred F. Jones]

Alfred moved to sit in the circle along with the others, rolling his eyes at Arthur's comment. The guy seemed so...cocky. He sighed as he settled in for the game and crossed his legs looking at Altaf as he spoke. The kid seemed to be the leader of all this so he decided to listen, keeping a watchful eye on the tall pale haired man who gave him weird vibes.

[Altaf Masood]

"Spin the bottle. Sit. The fuck. Down." Alt ordered, starting to get really pissed off with the Briton's attitude. "Just because you've got some alcohol doesn't mean you're king of the damn world." All his bottles were full of liquid anyway. No good for spinning.

He knocked a few papers off the table and onto the floor, then put down an empty Rooh Afza bottle on the table.

[Ivan Braginski]

These people certainly were all very loud. This game would probably be quite interesting, Ivan mused as he found a seat. He noticed that the American boy was giving him a lot of strange looks, and he wondered why. He switched his attention to Alt. Had he organised this game? If Ivan had known that before, he probably wouldn't have turned up.

[Alfred F. Jones]

Alfred rocked up onto his knees for a minute to survey the table and bottle, chewing on his bottom lip he watched Alt for a minute before moving back down onto his butt. "So, who goes first? Do you pick? Or is it like a youngest to oldest thing?"

He yawned softly as he looked at the others. Well, maybe now wouldn't be a bad idea to start drinking? He just didn't want to get shit faced drunk and end up in the school parking lot with marker all over his face. He knew better. "Hey, Artie. Can I get something? Something not to strong though..."

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur glared at Altaf. Dammit, fine, maybe he was getting too much into his position. But for once he felt like he had legitimate power over other people. He had never felt like that before. The English boy rolled his eyes, and took his bag off of his shoulder.

Hearing Alfred, he got the booze out. One bottle of vodka. Might as well have some sharp shots. Though Alfred seemed like a light-weight to him. ...Despite his heavy-weight self. Did that boy eat rubbish? "Oi, American." He grumbled distastefully. He poured a vodka shot, and one for himself, and handed it to him. "Careful. Might be a bit stronger than what you're used to."

[Alfred F. Jones]

Blue eyes glanced at Arthur and frowned when he was served vodka, glaring at the Briton after taking the small shot in his hands. "Ya' know your not a very good dealer, when I ask for something not very strong and you give me vodka."

The American stared at the drink and sighed then shot the drink back, cringing when the buring liquid slid down his throat making him cough softly.

[Altaf Masood]

"I go first because it's my damn game and I'm in charge," the Pakistani sneered. He glanced over the room again and wondered if he was the only Asian at the entire school.

"Everybody settle down so we can begin!"

[Arthur Kirkland]

"Oh, well, excuse me!" Arthur cried, pouring himself a shot and downing it without a bit of hesitation. He smacked his lips as his mouth filled with the pleasant burning sensation and warmth. Another shot was poured. "I thought you were a male. Would you like an alcopop, which I brought for the girls... or would you like another shot?"

He glanced over at Altaf after retrieving his answer from Alfred and supplying him, and frowned. "Well, come on then. Spin the damned bottle already."

[Alfred F. Jones]

Alfred glared at the Briton as he took another shot quickly, doing his best not to wince at the burn and slammed his hand down for another. "Who the fuck you calling a girl?" He had to calm down, it never ended well when he got angry.

He looked at Alt with a scowl on his face and pushed the bottle closer to the boy. "Well, go already." He muttered, his mood already darkening cause of that stupid Brit.

[Altaf Masood]

"Oh, sure, I wasn't certain if you were done bitching about your booze," Alt snapped, and spun the bottle. At least if they were drunk they'd be less annoying. He hoped.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur nudged Alfred in the ribs for disturbing the game. Yes, as if it was Alfred's fault. He glared at the other person, and gave him another shot. Get drunk Alfred, get drunk... make a fool of yourself. He downed his own shot, and placed the vodka down. Lips wasted and head buzzing.

He looked up, checking who the bottle had landed upon.

((Wait for everyone else to catch up?))

[Ludwig Beilschmidt]

Ludwig edged forward so he was in the loose circle, it had been interesting watching Matthew taking to his brother, at least he wasnt the only one who seemed to get overshadowed by his sibling.

All these people seemed so loud and he wondered if this was such a great idea after all, nervously he watched the bottle spin

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

Gilbert had not noticed the flyer at first, he was too busy setting up his room to notice the random scrap of paper amoungst the jumble. He blinked as he read the paper... some sort of meet up that he was invited too. Hmm... should he do an appearance...? He didn't really like the idea of there being a party going on that he wasn't at...he guessed he could take a look.. and if the party was lame he could leave.

He made his way to where the meetup was being held. He peeked inside.... a drinking circle...? Well... that wasn't some thing he had been expecting. But was that vodka..? He was not against it mixed in drinks.. but he hated the smell it left on you after you drank it straight. Then he spotted Ivan in there near his nervous looking brother and his nose wrinkled. There was no way he was leaving his 15 year old little brother to drink Vodka with that bastard.

"YO!" He walked in, announcing himself. "Why are you lot sitting on the floor drinking Vodka like a group of Russian hobos~? At least drink something tasteful~" He grinned in a playful manner.

[Emma Willems-Dubois]

Emma had been walking by the Common Room on the way back to her dorm when she heard all of the voices. Annoyed voices. She hoped there wasn't a fight. But then she heard someone say 'spin the bottle' and someone else mention vodka, and her interest rocketed.

She poked her head inside the door first, just to make sure there was actually what she thought there was. Her suspicions were confirmed. She also noticed that it was all a bunch of boys sitting around the now spinning bottle. Oh dear. This would be interesting.

She stepped into the room, walking over to the circle, smiling. "Salut~ I hope it's not too late for me to join?"

[Ivan Braginski]

Ivan felt his heart sink as soon as the older German walked into the room. This game was starting to go downhill before it had even begun. "Vodka is the most tasteful drink of all," he protested, "not that I'd expect somebody like you to be able to appreciate it."

[Altaf Masood]

Alt's mood picked up a bit when saw Emma walk into the room.
"Oh, nice! A chick! Now this is a real party!" he cried in delight. He winked at her before looking back at the bottle. It had stopped spinning. His eyes followed where it was pointing, until they met the eyes of... That loud American boy.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur glared at Gilbert, who he had met earlier on in the week, and then relaxed his expression when his comments were over. He proudly went into his bag and took out a bottle of whiskey, scotch, that Sourz stuff (because it was beautiful and Arthur loved it), and a few more bottles of appropriate drinks. A few alcopops - for the Lady - and a bottle or two of beer as well.

The Briton swayed his hand over the selection, smirking at the albino German. "Take your pick!"

When he realised that the bottle had landed on Alfred, he took Alfred's current vodka shot off of him and looked at him intensely, as if trying to whittle down his weaknesses. "Looks like you're up, Alfred. So. Truth or Dare?" He murmured, intentionally putting a sort-of threatening vibe to it.

[Roderich Edelstein]

Roderich wasn't sure about taking part in this game anymore, but he had promised to himself that he would try to socialise this year.

He grit his teeth and watched the bottle spin and land on Alfred. He had a feeling this wasn't going to end well.

[Emma Willems-Dubois]

Emma smiled back at the Pakistani, and followed his eyes down to the bottle that had stopped spinning. She needed to find a seat fast so she could get into the game too. But first, a drink was needed.

She crouched next to Arthur, looking at all of the bottles. "Wow~ Nice choices. Is it alright for me to take one?"

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur smiled empathetically at the Belgian. Ladies were not his tastes, but she certainly had an enchanting smile if he did not say so himself. Lovely accent as well - not too heavy. Something he could take to.

"I'm sorry, my dear, but it's not for free. I go through more trouble than you know to get these..." He said. Yes, far more trouble. He quickly glanced at Ivan, before back to the drinks. "I go with the general rule of $10 for the big bottles. Or three shots for a $1. But... if you wish, my dear, you may have two shots on the house?"

He was always much kinder to the ladies, despite not having a physical attraction to them. Gentlemanly instincts.

[Emma Willems-Dubois]

She snapped her fingers and laughed. "Shoot. Thought I'd try at least. But I completely understand. I'm sure it's not easy at all." She noticed his quick glance away from her, but decided not to see who he was looking at. Instead she started trying to decide what she wanted. "Oh, that's nice of you, but I'm not really in the mood for shots right now. Shots come later," she said, smiling.

She hummed, looking between some of the alcopops and beer. Normally she'd go for some beer, but she felt like having something different. "How about this?" she asked, picking up a rum cooler. "$10?"

[Alfred F. Jones]

Alfred glared at the bottle when it landed on him but he shrugged and then frowned when the English boy asked him the question. Who said Arthur got to ask first? Oh well. "Gee. I dunno. Dare." He wasnt scared of dares it was more truths that worried him.

[Matthew Williams]

It was delightful. His brother was going to look stupid and it was most certainly delightful! Only with him was Matthew this malicious--so many good dares he could have given, but then again, that Brit looked like he had a pretty good grip on things. Because he looked downright scary even when just asking truth or dare....

[Arthur Kirkland]

"It's a small bottle, my love. So I'll let you have it for $7. Unless you don't have change - 'fraid I don't have any change of my own right now, poppet," Arthur smiled up at her. Ah yes, so much kinder to the ladies. She was quite a champion with a friendly look like that. He patted the ground next to him. "Want to sit down? Might as well stick with someone who isn't giving you goo-goo eyes for being the only lady."

Glancing around the room, he tried to catch other people's eyes. "So... does anyone have a good dare for Alfred? Preferably something utterly humiliating. We don't want him to have an easy time, now, do we?" He smirked.

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