Dare
"Do it."
"No."
"You have to. It was a dare."
"No, I don'."
"Yes, you do."
"It was a dare, sweetie. Automatic must."
"I'm not doin' it."
"Come on. It's not like we asked you to do it to some weird guy. He's pretty good looking."
"Then, why don' you do it? You like 'im so much. Why is you two always pickin' on me?"
"Cause you're just that loveable love."
"Oh, sod off, you wankers."
"Look! There he is. C'mon, it's all of them. You can't tell me you don't want to."
"No, I bloody well don't. Now, you can leave me be or you can have a taste o' tha pavement."
"Fine, you grouch. But this is a dent in our friendship. Not going through with a dare. Who's ever heard of such a thing?"
"Well, ge' used to it. Is absolutely ridiculous. Why the bloody rip would you thin' I'd do somein' like tha'?"
"Cause you are an absolutely adorable little girl that can get away with anything."
"I ain't little. Americans. I don't know why I bother. Think just about anythin's appropriate. And you two are worse than I imangin'd."
"Oh, but you love us anyway."
"Love innt the word that comes to mind."
"Ooh, feisty. I hear he likes girls like that."
"Kiss my arse, you little slut."
"Oops. You pushed the wrong button"
"It's not my fault she won't do the dare. She aught to think about these things before she accepts them."
"I'm leaving."
"But, it won't be a party without you, love."
"If this is what Americans call a party, I don't ever want to visit you country."
The young English woman pushed back her chair and listened to it scrape across the pavement. She pulled out a small black leather wallet and laid a few bills on the table. Her two 'friends' watched her expectantly. She raised her eyebrows before replacing her wallet in her pocket and turning to leave. Half way into the turn, the English woman realized that she had walked in to somebody. She looked up into black eyes, half ready to apologize and sold at the same time, when she realized who she had walked into. She whipped back around to her 'friends' and hissed, "Burn in fuckin' hell."
The two Americans at the table and the group the English woman had walked into watched her stalk away.
"Excuse our friend. I believe we've played a rather nasty trick. See, she absolutely adores you bassist here, but she's deathly afraid of meeting new people. So we kind of set up to meet you here."
"Serves her right," she second one said, "Who backs out of a dare?"
"Shut up. I'm Emily," the first one said, "This is Sealy. The one who walked away is Elijah. It was nice meeting you."
Before the group could say anything, the two girls paid for their meals and left arm in arm, heading in the same direction as the previous girl.
"I told you I didn't want to come into town," one sulked.
"Shut up, faceache."