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Kakashikrazy256: Ask and you shall receive, chapter two here we go!
In The Dark
Chapter Two - 20 Questions
"You should behold the old nest
On the mountain. And there you'll see such
Round-eyed, good children." -Ujō Noguchi
After their game of truth or dare the organization members split for a small break, each of them stepping outside for a smoke, passing a single lighter amongst the nine individuals dressed in black. Vermouth finished her smoke break first, extinguishing the remainder of her cigarette in the fabric of Chianti's shirt.
"You want it huh?!" Chianti spun around revealing a small handgun from her waistline pointing it at Vermouth as she walked away into the building. Chianti gritted her teeth in frustration as the member she despised the most moved out of sight.
"Let it go Korn, we'll have Anokata on our asses if we even touch her." Korn sighed deeply and pushed his partner's gun down.
"You all know how the game works right? One person asks questions to another trying to figure out what they are, and the other person picks what they are." The boss sat down in a longue chair deep in the shadows, Bourbon close to his right. Gin and Vermouth occupied a small couch adjacent to the entrance to the room, Gin sitting upright against the back of the couch while Vermouth draped her legs over his, Vodka stood silently behind the couch, every so often catching a glimpse of Vermouth's cleavage. Rye and Kir stood uncomfortably next to the couch, more like next to the exit of this mad house. Korn and Chianti leaned back against a wall away from most of the group.
"Chianti and Korn!" The boss's voice echoed through the room, catching everyone's attention. "Start."
Korn turned to his partner and sighed slowly, the plan they had formulated earlier playing back in his mind. "Am I old?"
"The oldest!" Chianti glared across the room to the loveseat.
"Am I bitch?"
"The bitchiest!" Chianti smirked, feeling satisfied with her game plan.
"Am I Vermouth?"
"Ding ding ding!" Chianti jumped up and down clapping her hands, her plan coming full circle now.
Vermouth covered her mouth, suppressing a small chuckle in the process. "I guess I am the oldest, because only a child would make that the identity for their partner. "
Chianti's eye twitched as she drew her small pistol, once again aiming for Vermouth. "YOU WANT IT GRANDMA?!"
Kir wrapped her hand around the doorknob slowly to avoid drawing attention to herself.
These people are crazy…
After a few minutes of threatening gunfire from Chianti and snarky remarks from an unharmed Vermouth the game proceeded with Vodka and Gin's turn.
Vodka scratched his head, having no real clue as to what kind of questions to ask. "Er, am I big?"
"You can be, in the right company."
"Am I smart?"
"How the hell should I know?"
"Am I white?"
"Far from it my friend." Gin dug into his coat and pulled out another cigarette.
"Can I sing?"
"Do they sing… No-no you can't sing…" Gin looked around the room hoping the answer would be posted on the wall somewhere as he dug in his coat for his lighter.
After a few minutes of pointless and foolish questions about the height, weight, dietary habits, favorite places to live, and eat of Vodka's game persona the group grew impatient as he came up on his last question.
"Am I human?"
"Christ! You're a damn crow!" Gin threw his hands arms above his head, the organization groaning with boredom after spending so much time on one group.
"Would you like to go now with me boss?" Bourbon turned in his seat slowly facing the shrouded figure of his boss.
"I would love to, thank you for asking. So am I the boss?"
"Yes..."
A unison cry of annoyance spread throughout the room after such a short game.
"Don't hate the player, hate the game. " Anokata flashed a sly grin from the darkness and chuckled, being pleased with their joke.
After a tense few more rounds of Chianti and Korn mocking Vermouth's age and personality the members all took another smoke break, Gin splitting his time between two different cigarettes at once.
Bourbon approached the chain smoking BO member slowly, his coat collar pulled up hiding his face.
"You're going to get black lung from that Gin…"
Gin plucked the two cigarettes from his lips and smirked before blowing a steady stream of smoke at his fellow member's face. Bourbon swatted in front of him and let out a few heavy coughs.
"You're the only one around here gonna get black lung." Gin slid the two lit cigarettes back into his mouth, inhaling with both of them.
Chianti and Korn had taken up hiding places along the side of the building behind Gin's Porsche, keeping their rifles still on the top of the car while they fit Vermouth's blonde hair into their scopes.
"You got her Korn?"
His reply came in the form of a content sigh.
"Fire on my mark."
Chianti wrapped her finger around the trigger, Korn following her lead soon after as they watched as Vermouth's hand rose to the back of her head. What seemed like a scratch soon turned into her middle finger bobbing up and down to them.
"HAG!" Chianti's anger got the best of her, flailing frantically she knocked her rifle from its current position, the target no longer being Vermouth as she snapped her finger back on the trigger. The bullet whizzing away from the group and out towards the highway in the distance. After a few seconds of silent questioning among the members as to what Chianti was shooting at a large explosion from the highway cleared up their questions.
"Good job Chianti, that had to be at least 500 meters." The boss of the organization held up a thumb at the sniper and grinned.
Chianti spun around glaring down at her partner with intensity. "Why didn't you shoot her?!"
Again Korn's response came in the form of a sigh.
The sound of a throat clearing caught the group's attention once again as their focus shifted from the sound of cars piling up to their boss.
"What shall we play next?"
