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"Did you guys know that Slo-Mo can drain a beer in 4 seconds flat? I couldn't do that back in my college days." Barkley was clearly impressed.
"Oh man, how does the basement look?" Clawd winced, the cut still stinging under the bandage.
Barkley shook his head. "Not bad, everyone's just hanging out. Talking among themselves. Ghoulia even helped herself to a glass of red wine."
"You should see Slo-Mo with a burger, now that's amazing." Deuce said handing Barkley a tray of finger foods. "Anyways, everything's done and ready to go down. Come on pops, there's shots with your name on them." The gorgon said grabbing the last tray.
Barkley grabbed another tray as he had excellent balance. He headed out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. "Food is being served!"
The cheers from the basement were something else. Deuce almost felt like he was on television. Tipsy friends or not, they sure enjoyed the snacks he prepared.
Clawd allowed Deuce to go in front of him, his eyes guiltily tracing down the gorgon's backside as he did. What had gotten into him? He hadn't even had a drink yet. Perhaps that would stop the trembling?
Ghoulia sipped on her wine as Clawdeen was painting the fingernails of her right hand. This method of self-care was indeed relaxing. She understood why ghouls were excited to get it done.
Slo-Mo and Heath were yelling at the huge television that was showing the latest score on some sports game. The volume was down low enough not to interrupt anyone's conversations.
Lagoona sat next to Gil on the sofa, she had a red solo cup in her hand and he had a bottle of his own choice near by. The ambiance was chill, so were the guests.
"Yeah baby," Heath cheered as the platter of wings were sat down at the coffee table. "light my fire!" Double-suicide hot wings were like sweet, savory candies to him.
"Please don't." Jackson smirked as he adjusted his glasses, grabbing his red cup. He planned on keeping it mild tonight, so a nice cold beer it was.
Slo-Mo made the mistake of grabbing a wing, eating it quickly and then realizing how hot it was. He downed his beer and the one that Clawd had just opened for himself. "Holy shit, my fucking mouth is burning!"
Clawd grinned. "I damn well bet it is!"
Deuce chuckled at his friend, "Braver than most." he stated holding out another beer for Clawd before going mix himself something stronger. "Pops, shots?" The gorgon inquired behind the bar as he dug though the different alcohols.
Barkley took pride in the fact that the friends of his children felt close and comfortable enough to call him 'Pops'. "What are you thinking, culinary genius?"
Deuce rummaged through the alcohols and grabbed out a banana liquor and one that was chocolate flavored. Chocolate banana shots would do for everyone else, sure… but he was stumped about what he wanted. He pulled out a few different ingredients to make himself some kind of cocktail though he wasn't sure what he craved yet. Deuce usually let the ingredients speak to him.
Eureka! The gorgon would make himself a whiskey sour. In a smaller glass he poured approximately two ounces of whiskey, one ounce of lemon juice, one teaspoon of sugar and he added a lemon wedge, ice and a cherry.
Barkley managed to blink only once before Deuce had the drink made completely. "If your skills don't make it to the kitchen, bartending is a great profession too."
"Oh - that reminds me - we gotta add ouzo to the list of alcohols or I could possibly get my aunt to mail some?" Deuce stated finishing his first drink in one go and began preparing a second for himself. He pulled the perfectly knotted stem out of his mouth and tossed it into the trash.
Clawd's jaw dropped slightly. 'He tied that with his tongue? Oh man...' He thought to himself, wondering just how good a kisser Deuce really was.
Clawdeen whistled to get everyone's attention. "How's about truth or dare, guys?!"
Barkley's eyes widened. This was nearly his cue to take a chocolate banana shot and mind his business elsewhere.
Walking out from behind the bar, Deuce held out another beer for Clawd before sitting down beside him. "Why not?"
"Oh yes, let me get Twyla." Howleen said, setting her soda down to go find her friend.
Once everyone was back and comfy, the game could begin. "So Clawdeen, your idea. Truth or dare?" Frankie questioned the female wolf.
Clawdeen heaved a dramatic sigh and sat down next to Ghoulia. "Hmm, that's always the hardest. Gimme a dare."
Clawd's eyes widened. He wasn't sure if his sister was ready for a dare… but judging by the amount of times she filled her glass already… she was probably more prepared than they thought.
"I dare you to eat... 3 of Heath's suicide wings." Frankie ordered her friend.
"Oh that's evil." Howleen commented as she returned, the smell alone was burning her sensitive nose.
Heath covered his mouth to hide the smirk. Oh this would be great!
Slo-Mo looked mortalfied. If that were even possible. He only had one and felt the flames nearly engulf within him.
Clawdeen looked at the platter and took a deep breath. This would probably be the end of her taste buds… but what the hell? She grabbed a wing and ate it, clearing the bone at a very impressive pace. Wing 2 and 3 followed quickly after before the burning could set in.
She nearly gasped for air as she downed the rest of her wine, Jackson's beer, Lagoona's 'sex on the beach' and let out an impressive belch. Her cheeks turned bright red. "So-orry." She told them, wondering if internal burns were actually a thing…
Heath applauded right away. "That was stellar! You, are the dare queen. I don't care what else happens tonight. You're amazing, Clawdeen."
She bowed, getting up to re-fill her glass.
"Drink milk or something creamy, it'll help." Deuce informed the wolf.
Clawdeen grabbed a bottle of an Irish cream liquor, pouring some into a shot glass.
"Not quite what I meant, but alright." Deuce couldn't quite argue with her logic.
"Okay, how about we let Clawdeen breathe for a few seconds then it's her turn to pick someone." Frankie said, still laughing.
After the creamy shot, Clawdeen felt somewhat back to normal. "Alright… now Frankie's got me feeling feisty. Heath, truth… or dare?"
Heath Burns finished one of his suicide wings and set the bone aside. Clawdeen wondered how he could take the heat with a stride, but then she remembered he was a fire elemental. "Hmm… truth."
Clawdeen thought hard on this, perhaps because it was beginning to get difficult to organize her thoughts. "If you had to rescue us if this house was on fire… but had to leave someone behind. Who would it be?"
Heath blinked. What a question to be asked! He could feel the pressure of everyone's eyes on him. "Well that's easy."
The group of friends shared shocked looks with each other.
"I'd rescue all of you and leave myself in here."
Clawdeen shook her head, "You're excluded. You're the one doing the rescuing. Nice try though. Mr. Hot-To-Trot."
Heath shrugged. "Jackson."
Jackson narrowed his eyes. "Well that's rude, leave the nerd to rot. It's fine, he's led an uneventful life. Early cremation is a great way to die."
Heath laughed. "Calm down, hear me out first. Just throw Holt out, he's part fire elemental enough to get both your asses to safety. It would only make sense."
"That's really thought out." Frankie praised Heath, it did make the best sense.
"That kind of sounds like he has had the idea before." Twyla teased.
"He better not, I just got new shoes." Howleen said, eyes wide as she glanced towards her bedroom door in horror.
"So Heath, before you cook your cousin. It's your turn."
Heath cracked his knuckles briefly and grabbed his drink. He asked for 'sex on the beach' after he found out Lagoona was drinking it, because he would be alright with it being the only way he'd get 'laid' tonight. "Jackson, truth or dare?"
Jackson sighed, downing the rest of his drink. "Dare."
Heath grinned. "Awesome, I dare you… to grab a bar of soap from the bathroom and try to convincingly sell it to us as if we were potential buyers."
Jackson raised an eyebrow, but Lagoona tossed him a wrapped bar of soap from her purse. She blushed. "Not sure how that stayed in my purse since our anniversary out of town..."
Gillington shook his head, "It works out."
Jackson looked down at the soap and thought for a moment. "Do you have smelly, dirty, stinky ball-sacks? Look no further than this majestic, wonderful… helpful bar of soap!"
"Helpful?" Clawd questioned between laughs.
Jackson nodded, "Very helpful indeed. Do you, young man, have the sweaty balls? Are they stopping you from getting laid?" Everyone was in stitches at this point. "Only clean balls get played with."
"Stop, I'm dead." Heath tried to catch his breath from the fits of giggles.
Just then Howleen's soda came out her nose. "Jackson please stop." She begged as Twyla handed her a few napkins.
"So Jackson's becoming a soap salesman. Great job choice." Gil teased.
Jackson could hardly hide the grin. "Why thank you, it's a noble career." He then glanced around the room. "Gil, truth or dare?"
Lagoona widened her eyes but had a mischievous smirk on her face, she was only wondering what kind of entertainment she would have from her boyfriend. "Dare." He regretted it the moment he said it. Truth! He should've picked truth! But he knew it was too late to go back.
Jackson thought to himself with a smirk. "Gil, I dare you to wear Lagoona's bra, take a selfie – she can be involved too - and post it to social media."
A blush swept across Gil's face as he climbed out of his spot, holding his hand out for his ghoul. They both walked towards the washroom, whispering to each other their plan.
Lagoona pulled Gil into the bathroom, "If this makes you uncomfortable, you don't gotta do it. Y'know?" She didn't want the other to feel like he had to do anything.
"Don't worry Lagoona, I'm fine with it. It's all in fun." The male sea-monster replied, taking the offered garment. After adjusting the bra and taking the picture, Lagoona posted it on the social media app tagging Jackson titling it 'a wild time'.
The group's laughter could be heard from the bathroom, Gil and Lagoona laughed and hugged one another before leaving. Lagoona wearing her own bra this time.
Jackson loved it, but thought about something to make it a little better. Who couldn't appreciate hashtags?
#guyswannafeelprettytoo, #truthordare, #goodsports
Heath was having a great time, the dares that came out of this group so far were amazing! Highly entertaining. "Alright Gil, my man. Pick someone for revenge."
Settling back down in their original seats, Gil couldn't stop laughing at the photo. "Umm, Slo-Mo. Truth or Dare?" The male sea monster questioned the zombie, taking a sip of his drink.
Slo-Mo thought about it as if it were a life-changing decision. He grabbed a normal tasting chicken wing and bit in thought. "Truth."
Ghoulia's interest peaked, she had just shared Gil's photo and finished her glass of wine. It was going down pretty smoothly she had to admit.
Gil taking the final sip of his drink, "If you only had 24 hours to unlive and you could do anything with anyone in this room, who would it be and what would you do with that person?"
Slo-Mo nearly choked on the wing and Clawd was the only one tall enough to hit his back. "Thanks." He blushed and bit down on his lip.
"You can make love to a burger but a chicken wing gets you all choked up?" Clawd smirked when Slo-Mo glared at him. He downed the rest of his beer and headed to the wet bar to grab another.
"If I had 24 hours to unlive… I'd probably spend most of it in shock to be honest." That was a fair answer, the lot of them couldn't imagine having their life or unlife expectancy cut that short. "But I think I would ask my crush out and maybe we'd do something adrenaline pumping? Skydiving? Not really sure. Harsh question. I need another wing. And a beer." He shook his empty cup at Clawd who narrowed his eyes but ended up grabbing what the zombie asked of him.
Technically he wasn't asked to specifically name the person, his crush, is technically considered as a person. Though it wasn't the answer they were hoping for.
"But who is your crush though?" Ghoulia peered at Slo-Mo, but Clawdeen shook her index finger at her.
"No, that's not how this works. You have to wait until you're called upon, and do a truth or dare, then ask him that." She lovingly reminded Ghoulia, knowing that she didn't get out much. "Slo-Mo, pick your target."
Slo-Mo didn't want to make his friends too uncomfortable. "I might need some help."
Frankie decided to jump in. "I'll help you suggest a truth, or a dare but you have to pick the person."
Slo-Mo nodded, that sounded like a good idea. "Deuce, truth or dare?"
"Dare, dude." Right now he wasn't in the mood to have questions thrown at him like Slo-Mo just had. Taking another sip of his drink, readying himself for whatever Frankie had planned.
Frankie's bolts sparked and she then leaned in to Slo-Mo and whispered. He dropped the bone of the wing and his eyes widened. She gave him a gentle push and picked up the bone that hit the floor, putting it on the designated bone plate.
"Wow, uh… I dare you… Deuce… to be kissed by Jackson… for at least, how long?" He looked at Frankie, she held up a finger. "A minute."
Deuce chuckled at how taken back Slo-Mo seemed, "Only a minute, we got this." Deuce stated confidently.
Jackson at the moment of the dare nearly dropped his beer, he had to kiss one of his best friends. Well if the other didn't seemed bothered, Jackson wasn't going to let it bother him.
Moving from his spot next to Heath he stood above the gorgon, Jackson placed a small peck on his friend's lips. Satisfied with himself, the normie was about to go back to his spot when Deuce grabbed him. "I wouldn't call that a kiss." He teased.
He pulled the other so he was straddling his lap and pulled his head closer so that their lips were almost touching. They stared at each other for a few seconds before Jackson brushed their lips together. After what seemed longer then at minute, both males parted to get air back in their lungs.
"You taste like cherries." Was all Jackson could mumble as he made is way back to his seat, face all blushed red.
Clawd growled. Clawdeen raised an eyebrow as she glanced at her brother, who then turned his growl into a fake cough.