That's just a small silly One Shot that came to my mind after two weeks spent studying, and studying even more... Hope you'll like it...

"Okay, this has been drawing on way too long. I'm going to accuse Magnus."

"Are you serious?! If you're wrong, you're taking the nubbins for a week..."

"I'm dead serious Hank, it's late, and I'm leaving for Chile with Magnus in- Ugh, five hours. And there's no way I can sleep when she's flying the jet."
"Maybe we should all accuse someone. The closest from the truth wins the right to nominate the loser."
"Great idea Will, prepare to be horny."

"Okay guys, I'm sticking to it- Magnus, in the wine cellar, with the stunner."

At that, Biggie was heard chuckling.

"What? Seems legitimate."
"Yeah... I'd say Will, in the library with the dagger."
"You'd have to be stupid to kill Tesla with a dagger, just saying. Magnus, in her room, with a look."

The accusation made the team burst out into hysterical fits of laughter. When they quietened down, Will was the last to advance his theory:

"Myself, in the wine cellar, with the dagger."

"You'd love it. Let's check."
There was a rustle of paper and Kate laughed.

"Seems like you were right Hank... Magnus, in Magnus' room, with a look."

"How is it that you always win?"
"Have fun with the nubbins, Will."

Twenty minutes later:

The kitchen was empty when Nikola and Helen entered it, bringing back their empty glasses. Nikola took Helen's wine glass from her manicured hand. He had probably been too generous with the wine and she seemed a bit tipsy. He went to the sink to wash the two remaining pieces of evidence of their forfeit and while he was drying them, he heard Helen laugh in his back. He raised an eyebrow. Tipsy was one thing, but laughing on her own without any apparent reason was beyond tipsy. The vampire turned to see her leaning on the dining table, looking down at a board game that had been left there by the children.
"What is so amusing?" He asked, getting closer.
She looked over her shoulder, biting her lip and motioned for him to come and see for himself, which he did, taking advantage of Helen's state to circle her waist with a strong arm, looking at the table from her shoulder.
He saw four cards thrown in the middle of a board which looked like a simplistic map of the sanctuary. The first card was black, with a simple white, Times News Roman inscription on it saying: "Who killed Nikola Tesla?". The second one was equally black, with a picture of Helen in the middle of it, with a simple white caption- "Guilty". The third one was a picture of a door he recognized immediately (for it was the one which lock he had tried to pick quite a few times) as being the one leading to Helen's room. The last card was black, and said "Weapon: a look".

"What in the world is that game?" Nikola asked, not quite convinced it was as funny as Helen seemed to think.

She laughed again, so loud that the curve of her arse came in contact with his body, making him forget everything about the board game.
"That's an hilarious version of Clue. One that could pretty much become true if you don't remove your arm from around me." Helen answered, not making any effort to free herself from her friend's awkward embrace.
Nikola snorted, unamused.
"Oh but we're not even in your room, Helen..." He whispered boldly, his lips almost against the shell of her ear.

She was tipsy enough to feel her heart clench and her whole body shiver delightfully, but not enough to play his game, and he abandoned, groaning when she buried the heel of her stilettos in his foot. He released her and sighed.

"Helen, in the kitchen, with her heel." He exclaimed, wincing, making his friend laugh once more.