I was at the bar with my drinkin' team; closed.

[luciformis]

» WHO? Debils (Ryo, Akira, Kira, Jupiter, Neptune, and Venus)
» WHEN? The night of the drinking party.
» WHERE? In the war zone left by the party.
» WHAT? A bunch of teens get drunk and play ill-advised games.
» WARNINGS? Underage drinking and questionable decisions. Nothing unusual. Will update as needed.



[ Once the primary drinking party is cleared out, there's another one that begins.

The longer stretches of night don't strike at least a few of them as strange. This is the witching hour, after all. This is the time the hunters and the hunted come out. A few back home would have found themselves up to their elbows in gore or swapping shreds of conversation in the dark. Partying, perhaps, if that was their kind of thing.

Either way, it's plain to see that the real shit hasn't started until the tequila is brought in. Which it is in spades, courtesy of pilfered coffers of Ryo Asuka and Akira Fudo. Akira might have come by willingly, but Ryo is another story. Ryo reluctantly comes with for a myriad of complex reasons, most chiefly being the residents in the bar at this time of the evening.

Ryo never liked playing nice, but if this is the only way he can assure anything (and possibly puzzle out some more unreasonable questions), then this is what he'll do. Even if that means engaging in an after party. And looking more a mockery of Blind Justice with Akira's palm pressed over his eyes.

It's strictly precautionary.

But, once they're in and the rest of hooligans scrape themselves up off the floor — let the games begin. ]

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( NEVER HAVE I EVER )

[luciformis]

[ Is this even advisable at this point in the night? No, probably not. ]

( TRUTH OR DARE )

[luciformis]

[ The most dangerous game, following humans. ]

[wingstosee]

[ this one's easy. maybe it wouldn't be, if she was still a human. and maybe it wouldn't be, if she hadn't been effectively pregaming for four or five hours now. but she's drunk, and she's the devil, and she kind of wants people to look at her? like, to look at her. she wants them to see who she really is.

and even if truths are the quickest way to that, there's a better way to get attention. ]

Dare. I call dare.

[ she hasn't even been picked yet. what a dweeb. ]

[bringsthestorm]

I thought we decided this game sucked last time we tried to play it?

[She offers, very helpfully, while letting out a soft laugh.]

But I mean, like... if you really wanna be at our mercy, I guess we could think of something?

[wingstosee]

Yeah? It totally sucks. But maybe that's the fun of it??

[ she didn't even get to do a dare right last time! come on!! ]

Oh no. I'm at your mercy?? [ she giggles, high and more than a little tipsy. ] I'm defenseless! What will I do.

[bringsthestorm]

Pfft. You're so drunk, you know that?

[Invisible hands tickle at Venus' sides, because she can. Take that, Venus.]

Alright, uhm. Shit. What do you even dare someone that's not stupid?

[neritic]

Is this for real, (Neptune says loudly, the moment the idea of truth or dare is mentioned- the moment the suggestion is past somebody else's lips!! She's sitting up straight, confrontational as always, arms folded across her chest bossily.)

No. This game is such a waste of our time! Nobody actually likes truth or dare.

[bringsthestorm]

Truth or dare suuccckksss.

[She is so drunk rn, Neptune. Despite her high tolerance, she is gone after all the alcohol that she's consumed tonight.]

If we aren't gonna do that though, what should we do? What other horrible terrible things can a devil get up to in the witching hours? Shit, is it even that time yet? I have lost all sense of time in space. What time is it, Neptune.

[neritic]

(Neptune isn't quite at the same level but she's drunk enough to entertain all notions.) We could become even MORE cliche and try to find an ouija board.

FUCK, why didn't I think of that earlier?? An ouija board would be PERFECT, we could ask the ghosts all sorts of wild shit! Jupiter– (and here Neptune tugs her by the sleeve, as if trying to get her to pay attention,) Jupiter. Let's make one. Homemade ouija board.

[counterfeitheart]

Au contraire ma sœur~ I. Love. Truth or Dare. Never woulda had my first kiss without it.

[Is that a joke? Is it the truth? No one can really be certain. It's probably a lie, and Kira wasn't planning on pretending too hard about that, considering he'd actually shown up to this party and then let loose his four black wings, and was currently passing a little flame from one hand to the other, as if juggling it.]

So whaddya say we get this party started? I'll start, don't worry. I dare you... to... Kiss one of the other girls. With tongue. But you can't leave the room to do it.

[neritic]

One of the other girls? (Neptune says, and she's still speaking pretty loudly considering there isn't a lot of them in the room! It's not like any of them are very far apart from each other either!)

Which one? My girlfriend? Or my OTHER girlfriend?

This dare ALMOST hit its full potential and it's kind of sad that you fell short right at the end, you know? Creatively speaking, I mean.

[counterfeitheart]

Oh, I'm sorry. It totally slipped my mind that I was talking to the Queen of Creative Dares. What then, pray tell, would be your suggestion? Please, I could use the critique.

[wingstosee]

[ venus, who may or may not have been the one to suggest truth or dare in the first place, has something to say about that- ]

It is? It totally is. It's basically the worst game we could possibly be playing. [ but that doesn't seem to be stopping her. if anything, that's making the shit-eating grin on her face go even wider. ] So which one is it, Neptune? Truth or dare.

[neritic]

I hate you, (Neptune says, very drunkenly and so very fondly,) I hate you!

Which one do you think I'd pick, Venus? Why don't you tell me what YOU think I'm going to choose.

[counterfeitheart]

[SO of course these stupid shitty devils had to do truth or dare. What better way to test their limits and see just how depraved they were willing to get.

So Kira drags a chair over and sits down, folding his four black wings behind him as well as he could a shot glass in his hand that was definitely full, and had what approximately passed for whipped cream on top of it. Look, he worked with what was available.]

Alright.

[Imagine that he's chosen you for his dare. It doesn't matter who it is, he'll dare anyone, and he looks at his chosen victim and points with his free hand.]

I dare you to come over here and take a Blowjob.

[wingstosee]

...a what?

[ why is he pointing at her. why is he pointing at her? kira you are going to KILL THE DEVIL OF EMBARRASSMENT?? venus just sort of. looks to neptune and jupiter, with the universally understood gaze of "am i in deep shit if i actually do this." ]

[counterfeitheart]

A. Blowjob...

[Kira grins like the devil he is, taking the shot glass and setting it between his legs.]

...shot.

The rules are simple. You can only use your mouth to grab and drink it. No hands, no wings, no help~ Whaddya say?

[dvmn]

[It had been Akira's turn, and of course, like any self-respecting idiot, he had chosen dare. Of course it'd been on Kira's shoulders to craft the dare. That would raise a few red flags. But currently Akira is ignoring them, instead allowing his gaze to drift along as it tracks the guy as he moves towards the chair, some quiet, grumbling thoughts of why does he get to have his wings out and why does he get four wings?? slowly crawling through the liquor-addled avenues of his brain.

Maybe he was only half-listening, but the word "blowjob" definitely gets his attention.

His eyes fix on Kira's face, then the shot glass in his hand, and then over the crotch of his pants before slowly going back up to his face. A slow, toothy smile stretches across his face.]

Huuuh? [he drawls in a leer.] I don't think I'm quite drunk enough for that.

[Yes, he knows he probably means something to do with the shot in his hand. But he wasn't going to pass up a chance to take the piss.]

[counterfeitheart]

[Don't be jealous, Akira. If anything, be jealous of Venus' wings because they were fuckin' awesome. Eyes everywhere!

Kira pauses and just watches Akira for a moment.]

Really? [He lifts a brow, trying to figure out what exactly was going on in this conversation. He had been drinking a little too okay. Give him a minute.]

O-oh. I mean. The shot. You know? Blowjob shot, ain't you done one before?

( DON'T BOTHER SPINNING THE BOTTLE )

[luciformis]

[ Jupiter's rigged it anyway.

And Kira's counter-rigged it.

And Ryo's here because Akira dragged him out of their room. ]

[luciformis]

[ Though he comprehends it, he's never seen a personal appeal in these games.

It was always easiest to go directly for one's needs, but reason always had a way of compromising it. Being coy and subtle about it didn't have any immediate benefits, but neither did interrupting crucial processes and relationships. Instead, humanity made a purgatory. Those who participated often masqueraded as having no ulterior motives, but everyone could suspect differently with some moderate degree of success. Social niceties forbid calling others on it, but Ryo'd never been one for those unless the situation required it. And even then, he'd only gotten better at reflecting, not adhering.

But, for himself? He tells himself he doesn't have real reason to play, besides humoring Akira at Akira's behest. Akira had always had a way of coaxing him, nudging him into situations that had no need for him — would have rather him not be there. And for all that knowledge, he still finds himself sitting quiet and blindfolded on Akira's left, listening to the (now emptied) tequila bottle spin against the smooth linoleum with the rhythmic hiss of metal on glass.

They'd announced it was Akira's turn a moment ago. Considering the strength and relative speed with which Akira had spun the emptied vessel, it'd be a while before it slowed. It gives him time to tune in-and-out of the chatter around him, pick through voices and important scraps of information as he mulls over the few times he'd been kissed at wild parties back in America, all loud and relatively pointless beyond building an image. Back then, he'd learned a few things here and there, but it hadn't been more than to absolve his more rudimentary curiosities. They were all settled, at best. As settled as his need to be on edge — still present —, but thinned into a sharp, pale line of awareness beneath the high of his tolerance. Inebriation cast over him a light blanket, but it clearest to him that the others were further gone.

Ryo didn't need to calculate blood alcohol levels anymore.

But, once the bottle does finally seem to pause (with more of a scrape than a slide) — there's an atmospheric shift that causes him to settle himself a little more upright, unable to track who it's landed on beneath the material that's still bound across his vision. Setting aside the unreasonable swell of irritation and whatever else bundles up darkly against the cage of his ribs, he waits for some indication for the game's continuation.

And keeps waiting for it. ]

[bringsthestorm]

[Well, apparently no one else was clamoring to be the first to speak up, so as Jupiter was wont to do, she was gonna take the lead. In the most innocent voice possible, the voice of someone that had in no way interfered with the results of this bottle spin at all, she addresses Ryo.]

So... looks like it's you, Ryo.

i promise i wont write this much every time

[dvmn]

[Akira's experience with stuff like this is, in a word, minimal. And whatever party-going he had done before had been before he'd transformed, become like this, obtained this body and everything else that came along with it. In many ways he'd been a different person, demure and subdued, easily perceived as meek until he found a hill he wanted to make a stand on. That past version of himself had been an entirely different presence, so it was difficult to equate the two; so much so that it might be best not to at all.

So when he'd heard they would be doing some drinkin' he'd thought to himself, oh, hell fuckin' yeah. And then when he'd heard that some of the slightly more devilish partygoers were staying behind to have a bit of an extended afterparty, he knew he was in. And so would, by extension, Ryo. He'd basically had to drag the guy out of their room bodily, insisting that he extricate himself from the couch and his communicator and actually live a little, ya know? They'd only be this young and stupid for so long, so they might as well enjoy it.

(Even if they'd had to take precautions. The blindfold had been his own idea, because he really didn't want a panic like the last time Ryo and Venus had been in the same room to ruin all of their buzz and good time.)

So they all end up here, drunk even before the tequila had been brought out. Liquor and dumb party games - this was exactly what he'd signed up for, and it'd seemed like a great idea at the time, to put the first now-empty bottle of tequila to good use, gathering around and letting physics decide their fate (or, well, at least they assume; Akira is up until this point unaware of Jupiter's hand[s] in the matter, so he's perfectly innocent of what rigging might be happening).

It's his turn, something he gives a sweeping grin to in response, eyes tracing around the small circle of those assembled. He does his duty, spinning the bottle with perhaps a little too much energy; it takes a while for it to slow to a stop, and then it takes an additional while for the thoughts to slowly, sluggishly work their way through his thickly inebriated brain, stumbling into his consciousness haphazard, one right after another.

It's Ryo, and the guy doesn't even know it yet, with the blindfold still tied around his head. Jupiter has the presence of mind to at least tell him, alleviating some of the tension that had suddenly sunk into his chest, waging a miniature war with the soothing, numbing effects of the alcohol. In the end, the liquor wins. They were a bunch of dumb kids playing a silly game and it was just a kiss. It didn't have to be anything more than that. Hell, if he waited around any longer, the casual nature of said kiss might be thrown into question. So he attempts to strip away the complicated emotions that frayed from the edges of the thing, looking to the rest of the circle with a fiendish smile before turning back to Ryo at his left.

That demeanor changes a little bit as he reaches his right arm out across Ryo, placing it palm-down on the floor on the other side of his knee for balance. Now, if he'd been sober (or at the very least soberer), the kiss probably would've been a great deal more chaste. As he is now, it's not exactly an option. He leans in towards him, tilting his head towards his, pressing their lips together into a kiss. As ever Akira encourages Ryo to follow him, to play along with what was totally-just-a-game, and he might've continued to run away with it if the full awareness of several sets of eyes boring into his shoulder and back drug him into the present. They separated, he leans away, and he returns to how he'd been sitting, only faintly flush in the face.]

Okay, okay. [He picks up a drink at his side, taking a sip and waving his other hand in a dismissive gesture to everyone else.] Who's next?

[Because he's trying his absolute best to keep his brain from clouding over with a dozen different lingering examinations about what'd just happened.]

[counterfeitheart]

[Pretend this is Ryo Spins The Bottle Round 2. Whether Jupiter has rigged it or not, Kira's counter-rigging using wind magic. It's a real subtle thing, and since his wings are already manifested, no one can really tell he's started using magic.

It lands on him of course, which was in the plan, and also in the plan was not saying anything, so that this was going to come as a surprise. Not his fault the stupid idiot decided to wear a blindfold. What a dumb.

Kira sits up from his spot without hesitation, diving in to get at his lips. It's only a kiss for a split second before Kira bites in, hard. This was the only chance he'd ever get to do this and he knew it, so he TOOK IT.]

[luciformis]

[ There's a few things Ryo's learned in his time in America.

He'd come back to Japan with an MP5 in his coat and an aim sharp enough to put down anything that stood in his way. Since the time he'd washed up, he'd known how to defend himself. And now, in a game that he participates in only to humor, he finds himself at a disadvantage the moment no one announces themselves.

It's his own fault, that he isn't fast enough to yank his arm up to bar the advance. The kiss isn't a kiss, it's a bite and through the hot bloom of pain that bleeds up in its wake — Ryo's movements are automatic, ingrained. Instinctive. It's a human response to a threat, fight over flight taking precedence.

Kira better shove back, if he doesn't want two thumbs jammed and crossed into the soft dip below his windpipe or Ryo's cool fingers curved loose and pale like the artful perversion of a necklace to rest about his throat. Someone's picked up more than just a degree. The pressure is plenty enough to hurt, but the conviction is only warning.

He won't just sit and let him do it. No one would. ]