Erik and Gerard calmly walked back down the stairs, acting as if nothing had happened. Erik offered a smile to Gerard as if to reassure him he had done nothing wrong. Gerard smiled back, before Antoinette started talking with him about the music or something.

Daroga clapped his hand on Erik's shoulder. "C'mon! Syrah's starting a game of Truth or Dare. You coming?" Syrah's games were legendary: Girls making out, coming out of the closet, stripping… They were the best games anyone had ever played. He followed Daroga over to where they were playing, near his closet. He thought about saying something to Syrah, but decided against it. Like they would ever find any of the things he had hidden.

Syrah narrowed her eyes devilishly. "Okay, now we can start. Since it's Erik's party, he can spin first." She set an old glass bottle on the floor and stepped back. Erik smirked and spun it. It landed on Meg.

"Truth or Dare?" he asked. She chose dare, as was expected. If you chose dare, it could be taken as a joke. If you chose truth, well, not so much. He thought for a moment, then came up with the perfect starting dare. "I dare you to sit in Squelch's lap for the rest of the game."

The other kids laughed as she rose, turning red as a pepper, and simply sitting in Squelch's lap. It was quite a contrast between the two. Meg was a petite girl, short hair, large eyes and she was a ballet student. Not to mention the student choreographer for the drama department. Squelch, on the other hand, was a large fellow. He was quarterback for the school's football team, but was the Manager of the Crew in the off-season. He was large and very muscular, with a shaved head, small eyes, and rosy complexion.

Meg smiled. "My turn. I WILL get my revenge!" She laughed, before hopping off Squelch's lap and spinning the bottle. She grinned as it landed on Gustave, the smaller, mousy freshman. She laughed. "Truth or Dare?" He chose truth. She thought for a moment, taking a bit. "Since this IS your first game, I'll be gentle. Have you ever wanted to kiss a guy?" Gustave turned red and shook his head vigorously. She laughed.

The game went on in a similar fashion. Within a half hour, Phillippe had removed his shirt, Daroga had to admit he had thought about one of the people in the room during his… private moments, Gangle had kissed Syrah's cheek, and Gerard was forced to give Charlie a massage (he blushed brightly at this). Erik was having a fantastic time, until Kat, a young Asian girl who played the flute, spun and it landed on Erik.

He was cocky, of course, so he chose dare. "I dare you to French kiss Gerard!" she blurted out. The color drained from his face as he and Gerard exchanged a glance. "In front of everyone." Gerard cringed. Erik sighed and offered his hand to Gerard.

They both rose, and stood by the closet door, Gerard leaning against the silver walls. Erik rested his hands on the wall, bracing himself against it. Erik leaned in and their lips connected for the second time that night. He heard a few laughs, catcalls, and remarks, but ignored them. His tongue gently slipped into Gerard's mouth. Their tongues touched gently a few times, then wrestled, just to show off to the party of teens behind them. Erik then broke off, panting. The two teens kept eye contact for a moment, then broke off, wandering back to where they were sitting.

"That was awesome. Way to go, Erik!" Andre called. The group laughed. And the game continued, the only difference being that Erik and Gerard hardly looked at each other. By the time it was Daroga's turn, Fleck had given Gustave his first kiss (which was VERY cute), Sorelli had kissed down Buquet's jaw, and Daroga and Kat had had their first kiss. Erik had suggested that one to the stumbling Isabella, who looked as if she had needed help.

Daroga smirked. Erik had chosen dare. "I dare you to…" he trailed off in fake thought. "Give Christine a hickey." The whole crowd 'oooh'ed and laughed at Erik's expression. He wasn't sure whether to kill Daroga or hug him. "Oh, you can do it in the closet if you want, you shy kitten!" He teased. Erik glared at him as he rose, opening the door for Christine. He followed shyly, ignoring the sounds outside.

He shut the door behind him and looked to her. He had pretty good night vision, so he could see her relatively well. "You know, Daroga's smart. You can't fake something like this." He said playfully, hoping to calm her. He earned a small laugh in response. "Are you okay with this?" He asked sincerely. She moved to embrace him in response. He had perfect access to her neck now.

He kissed it gently, checking for permission. Once she was comfortable, he started to become a little rough. He waited until he found a sensitive spot on her neck, then bit down gently. He heard her moan softly. He sucked and nipped at the spot until he was sure he was done. He tried to ignore what his instincts said as he felt her react to his touch, but her quiet moans and whimpers were driving him nuts. He opened the closet after a while and inspected his work. A bright red mark showed very well on her ivory skin, right under her ear.

The guys applauded and catcalled when they saw it. The girls laughed and teased Christine. Whenever Erik and Christine shared a glance, she blushed and he smiled. They continued the game. At one point, Syrah was up. She smiled evilly. "Now. Let's get to the good part, shall we?" She spun. "I dare every guy in this room to take off one piece of clothing." Most of the guys took off their shirts, but Erik and Phillippe exchanged a glance. Erik, too, took off his shirt. All Phillippe had were his pants and his boxers. He thought a moment, went into the bathroom, and came out with his basketball shorts still on, holding a blue piece of clothing. He tossed it with his shirt. "Next." He said, blushing sheepishly.