{★}𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛{★}

*Shauna peeks from behind the couch* Is that Teto? Finally someone else to help me deal with these idiots! *Victor throws a pillow at her* We're dating, remember?

*I blush deeply* n-no! dummy!

*Grace giggles* She means a triangle relationship! *Farrah blushes harder* Oh! That's... different... *Nayla raises an eyebrow* You want to date us both?

*I nod* if you both okay with..

*A muffled moan from the hallway cuts through the silence. Grace slowly turns her head to look at the others, her eyebrows raised.* "Well... I think Nayla's winning." *She says with a low whistle. Isaac's face is bright red, and he's staring intensely at the floor. Farrah is bright red, her hands over her ears. Damian scoffs, but his eyes are fixed on the hallway door. Otis just has the biggest, smuggest grin on his face.* "My work here is done." *Shauna shakes her head, a small smile playing on her lips.* "You're impossible, Otis." *From the hallway, another loud moan is followed by a whimpered plea for Nayla not to stop.*

*Otis's eyes widen, and he starts to squirm, trying to lean away from your reach.* "No, no, no! Not the marker! That's permanent!" *He cries, looking genuinely panicked for the first time all night. Grace is practically crying from laughter.* "Do it! Do it!"

it'll wash off!

*Otis lets out a muffled cry, trying to twist away as you get closer with the marker.* "That's what they all say! It'll be on me for life!" *Vivian is on the floor, pounding her fist on the carpet. Nayla is leaning over, wheezing.* "You're gonna regret this when it's your turn!" *He hisses at you, trying to sound menacing but just sounding scared.*

*Farrah's eyes fill with tears, and she clutches her Hijab tighter.* "He said my religion... that I'm not a woman because I don't... I don't do what other girls do!" *Her voice breaks on a sob. Damian's jaw tightens, and he turns to you, his expression cold.* "Stay here. This will only take a minute." *He heads for the stairs, but before he can take more than a step, Isaac comes stumbling out of his room. He's dragging a heavy-looking wooden chair, his neck bearing dark, finger-shaped bruises. His eyes are wild with fury.* "You think you can hide behind her?!" *He snarls, swinging the chair leg towards Damian's head.*

*about 15 rounds later, I steal a glance at Vivian, and wink. an obvious sign. next time she's up, do it.*

*Vivian catches your wink and gives a subtle nod, a huge smile spreading across her face* Alright, my turn! *She scans the circle dramatically* Violet, truth or dare? *Otis groans* Not her again!

dare.