Truth or Dare?
Beca Mitchel sat in the corner of her room engrossed in her mixing equipment, music blasted through her headphones and she was oblivious to her surroundings. Chloe entered her room intending to tell her about the impromptu Bella meeting down stairs. But when she walked in she got lost in Beca, she was singing quietly "I was think' bout her, thinkin' 'bout me. Thinkin' 'bout us. Who we gon' be. Open my eyes..." She was wearing typical Beca attire, she had on a tank top, plaid shirt and a dark pair of jeans. her tank top had slowly ridden up and her lower back was exposed, Chloe was trying not to stare.
"CHLOE! BECA! WE ARE WAAAAAITTTINGGG" Fat Amy yelled up the stairs snapping Chloe out of her trance.
The young read head slowly approached Beca so as not to startle her, she lad a gentle hand on her shoulder and shook her slightly. Once the brunette had removed her head phones from her ears, Chloe spoke "Hey, we were gonna play a game of truth or dare down stairs, come join me? Us?" she quickly corrected herself hoping Beca wouldn't notice.
"Okay, anything for you!" Beca replied with her trademark smirk.
The Bella's were all downstairs in the living room, the girls were gathered around in an almost circle. Of course Ashley and Jessica were snuggled up together, they were inseparable. Stacie, Cynthia Rose and Lily were sharing one couch, and Cynthia was not so subtly checking out Stacie but she was oblivious as always. Aubrey sat perched on the edge of a chair pulled in from the kitchen, and Legacy was hanging out on the floor along with Flo. Beca and Chloe sat down on the love-seat reserved for them, Beca's legs were resting gently on Chloe's lap. Fat Amy was sitting in the big arm chair in between the two sofas.
"So...what exactly are we doing here?" Emily asked looking around the room confused as to why none of the other Bellas seemed to be worried about the evening's upcoming events.
"Well Legacy, this is what we like to call a truth circle..." Amy answered.
"Or dare, depending on your preference. Who'd like to go first?" Aubrey joined in.
"...i'll start..." Lily tried to stay but of course no one heard.
Cynthia Rose turned towards Stacie, "Truth or Dare?"
"Dare." Stacie says confidently. "Actually...truth? No maybe dare...I prefer to do-"
"Dare it is!" Amy interjects, while the rest of the group laughs.
"Alright, I dare you too...remove one piece of clothing."
Stacie easily reaches down and pulls off her socks, "My feet were getting to hot anyways!" Cynthia Rose tries to hide her disappointment and it goes unnoticed by most of the group except Beca who quietly nudges Chloe to share her suspicions with. "My turn to ask, Jessica and Ashley, since I don't actually know who's who you get one question between the two of you. Truth or dare?"
"Tru-are" They answer at the same time...
"Okay, I dare you to tell me if you two have ever...experimented, with each other."
There was just silence until "Ye-no," then together, "no." They glanced at each other, "Flo, truth or dare?"
"Dare!" Flo said, sure that she had received far worse whenever she lived outside the country.
"We dare you to, eat spoon full of hot sauce."
"Of course you give me the hot sauce! However, still easy, I've had far worse in my country." She responded while pouring some hot sauce onto her spoon before popping it in her mouth like no big deal. "Next, Fat Amy, truth or dare?"
"Truth! I'm an open book."
"Tell me about Bumper!"
"Um...I might not've gotten to that chapter of the book yet..."
"Amy, answer!" Beca demanded from her position on the couch.
"Well...uh, he made me a nice dinner but I got freaked out, so I left, and I shouldn't have but I did, and now I need to fix it but I don't know how, so I'm just going to wait to read the chapter of my book and maybe do some of that uh cardio that you recommended Aubrey while I try and um think about that man that I um...know!" Amy said kinda quickly under her breath, in that voice only she has mastered. Eager to get the attention off of her, "Aubrey, truth or dare?"
"Truth." She replied simply, smoothing the front of her skirt for probably the tenth time this evening. Amy had noticed this was a nervous tick of hers.
"What've you ever done wrong?"
"Well, this one time at ICCAs, four years ago, I um, I got sick on stage, and almost packed up my bags and abandoned my acapella dreams..." she replied politely, and evenly. "Chloe, truth. Or dare?"