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Room 504, The Arms Hotel, Sunday Evening

Okay, so there'd been that dance last night. And there'd been training with Ghanima, and plenty of drinking, and then Fight Club, and now there was to be even more drinking. Because that was just how Reno rolled.

He'd kind of given up on the two-mouthful drinks that could be purchased from the minibar, and so he'd made a ~~handwavey~~ booze run earlier in the day, and he was now good and stocked up with everything from Absolut to the ingredients to slosh together a Flaming Zombie.

The name seemed fitting. Reno kinda had to, here.

Oh yeah, and there were the partners in crime.

[Come one, come all! The booze is free!]

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As far as Yurika was concerned, "I Never" was off the list until the end of time.

"I'm voting for Truth or Dare or Strip Poker," she announced, knocking back some of her sake. "Spin the Bottle is too easy!"

"We could skip the Spin the Bottle and just all make out," Rikku giggled, taking a gulp from her bottle. "Truth or Dare until it requires too much thinking. I'll go first! Someone ask me!"

"Fine," Reno replied, grinning. "You want truth, or you want dare?"

When it boiled right down to it, Reno would probably take dare every time. Truth could get messy entirely too easily.

Truth was really intimidating with other people around, wasn't it?

"Dare," she said with a nod.

"We're too old for good dares," Romeo said, running a hand back through his hair. "All right. I dare you to draw a fake mustache on and go around that way for at least an hour."

"Done!" Rikku insisted, bouncing up and searching through her luggage until she came up with a pen.

She scribbled a cheery mustache on her upper lip, adding a curl at the end so she looked like a proper villain.

"I need more mustaches," she decided, peeling her shirt off and drawing an extra face on her exposed stomach. Big eyes, happy face, and another mustache -- this one a fuzzy bristly sort.

"Okay!" she said, flopping back down. "I am properly mustached. This means you have to go now, Romeo."

"Truth," Romeo said, after a second's hesitation as he considered the company. "I don't think I have any real secrets from this room."

Well, Leto didn't know him that well, but Leto seemed hard to shock.

"Truth, huh?" Reno pursed his lips, thinking that one over.

Something he could ask that they didn't already know, huh?

"How old were you when you last wet the bed?"

Hey. That seemed like a good question to ask the guy you already knew everything about.

"I don't remember," Romeo said, fighting the urge to blush. "Eight or nine? Maybe?"

He jabbed a finger at Reno. "Your turn."

Dare would be easy. Dare would be safe. Reno liked dare. Dare would be the best thing ever.

"Truth, yo."

... Huh.

Rikku watched Reno for a long moment, trying to think of something good. Not too likely to go wrong, or to a less-than-cheerful sort of place. She talked herself out of asking anything about his sex life, either. So what did that leave?

"What's the best thing you ever did?" Rikku asked. "The thing you're most proud of."

Ooooh, that was a hard one.

Reno pursed his lips a little, tilting his head back and really mulling that one over.

"The best thing I did an' the thing I'm most proud of are two really different deals," he noted. "I ain't proud of blowin' up that overpass you dug me out from under, but that might'a saved the world. I'm damn proud of graduatin' school. Never thought I would in a million years, yo. But it ain't like nobody anywhere is ever gonna care that I did it, either."

"We care," Rikku said, lifting her shoulders. "Besides, that's the whole point of the truth side, right? Telling the truth, no matter what other people would think of it."

She chewed her lower lip for a moment. "Okay. I'll take truth, then, myself."

"What," Romeo asked, looking at the wall over Rikku's head, "do you think happens after we die?"

Rikku considered for a long moment. "I don't know," she said, quite honestly. "I wish I did. I wish I could believe in something. I don't know if I do. I don't really think people see the dead in Guadosalam, but I hope it brings them peace. And if the Farplane's really where we go, then there's something beautiful out there, waiting, but ... there's no saying that we do. Maybe Tidus was only there because he was different from us, to start."

She hesitated before adding, "When I die, if I'm not on Spira, ask Yunie to Send me. She'll know what it means. Our dead ... if they don't let go, they can turn into monsters, and I don't ever want that."

"I don't think we need to worry about that," Yurika said firmly. "There will be no monsters on my watch."

"My tuuuuurn," she caroled, determined to bring it some of the fun back into the party. "Dare please!"

Edited 2009-06-29 01:37 (UTC)

Reno had been drinking. It was important to note that Reno had been drinking as he came up with this dare, really.

"You wearin' panties?"

What?

"Reno!" she shrieked, reaching over to smack his head. "YES. GOD. What kind of pervert do you think I am?"

"Don't answer that."

Reno was going to behave! Kinda behave. Maybe. A little.

He was going to not answer that, anyhow.

"Okay. Your dare? Is to take that skirt of yours off an' wear it on your head," he said. And yes, he was fully aware that he was a brat.

There was another smack upside his head, by the other blonde. The one who was going to facepalm and down some more of her drink.

"I can't take you anywhere," she sighed.

"You can, it just requires a leash and gag in the not-dirty way," Yurika answered, already reaching around to unzip her skirt and start shimmying out of it. "Pour me a drink, Red. I demand recompense."

"Consider it poured," Reno laughed, reaching for a bottle of whatever was nearest and simply uncapping it.

See? Totally counted as poured.

"Alright then! Somebody dare me, yo."

See? Right back to the easy stuff with him.

Romeo reached out a finger to stroke up Dojima's leg. "I dare you," he said, "to stand on a chair and sing at the top of your lungs."

"That the best you got?" Reno laughed as he pulled himself to his feet, making his way over to grab the chair that was parked at the little desk across the room. He didn't even hesitate, really. He was already up and standing on it... somewhat precariously. He was drunk, after all.

"Anybody got any requests?"

"Take your shirt off!" Rikku crowed, waving her bottle of vodka.

Look, he didn't say they had to be musical requests.

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