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Tonight was going to be different. This wasn't a game between friends, or even enemies, at this point. It was between two groups of people who desperately wanted each other, whether they knew it, or not. This game would break down the walls, and boundaries, that have been set, and everyone will be at it's mercy. Lives could change, power will shift, and even if they think their ready for it, they will be severely mistaken. No regret's, is the motto, but will it really be that simple? Is it ever?

Caroline eyed her first victim…"Bonnie! Drink or dare…?"

Bonnie glared, and, without answering, snatched the bottle from Damon, mid pour, and took a chug, not really knowing if that would help her case, or totally ruin her, in the end. But, she did take a warm satisfaction, at the look on Caroline's face. It reminded her of a puppy that thought it was ferocious, and menacing, when in reality, it's just plain adorable. The mental image of Caroline growling, and nipping at a chew toy, set her into a fit of intoxicated giggles.

After Bonnie calmed down, and everyone quit staring at her with apprehension, laced with amusement, Caroline dropped down in her seat, with a huff, and pouted.
"Fine, Bon-nie. It's your turn to pick the victim." Caroline was upset that her friend wimped out on her, but, also, noted how much the tequila loosened her up. All is not lost…Caroline thought to herself. Just have to get a few more drinks in her, and the fun shall begin! Muwahaha…am I really doing an evil laugh in my head? Oh dear, I need more tequila…

Bonnie glanced around the table, contemplating on who she should pick, when she noticed Klaus trying to shy away just a bit. Bonnie smirked and knew that because he was "big, bad, original hybrid", he just couldn't back down from a dare.
"Um, Klaus! Drink, or dare?" Bonnie asked, with a glint of mischief in her eye.

Klaus glanced around, almost frantically for a minute, before regaining his façade of confidence.
He was obviously a little nervous, being at the hands of the witch that he has severely pissed off, countless times, in the past, but he manned up, and answered with a smooth, "Dare, sweetheart." Praying she wouldn't humiliate him, too bad.

Bonnie quirked an eyebrow, and pretended to think hard, for a minute, though she already knew what she was going to say. "Humm, Dare? Let's see…" Bonnie drew out her thinking, torturously, and finally came out with "Oh! Okay! I dare you to get on stage, and give the club a nice strip tease!" Klaus let his jaw drop, just a bit, amazed at the witch, for choosing something, that he did NOT see coming. Caroline's eyes shined with anticipation. Kol should've turned green with the amount of jealousy that was rolling off him. Bonnie just looked smug, for surprising the original. Damon, and Elena, were, the only ones, not affected so much, yet applauded Bonnie for her creativity.

Klaus steeled himself for the walk up, and onto the stage. He grabbed the clubs attention, by yelling into the DJ's microphone. "EY!", it echoed, and the whole club turned focused their attention, to the lone hybrid on the stage. The music started as a slow, steady beat, and started progressing into rhythm that anyone's body could move to. In this case, it was Klaus. Closing his eyes, following the beat, started slowly, unbuttoning his shirt, while lost in thought…"Oh. That little sneaky witch! She will get hers. Ah, yes. I will come up with something to top this. I'd much prefer doing this in the confines of my own home, with sweet Caroline, as my audience. I just need to think of something to put that Bennett witch in her place. Ahh, bloody hell, I'm down to my Calvin Kleins, I guess that means I'm—Klaus didn't get to finish his thought, because it was interrupted by a thunderous applause, piercing whistles, and random numbers, that he was sure were phone numbers, being yelled out to him. He grabbed his clothes, took a bow, and crossed the club in his boxers, with a smug grin plastered on his face. His walk back was far different from the walk of shame, TO the stage, now he walked with an air of confidence, and Caroline was surprised his Ego wasn't crushing him.
Of course, Caroline, more than, enjoyed the show, but now she was feeling quite possessive over her hybrid, as even more girls, than before, were basically eye fucking him, as he walked back to the table. "Well, you seemed to have enjoyed yourself, up there. Now pick someone, so we can get on with our night!" Caroline got out in a huff, and a pout.
" Oh, Sweet Caroline, don't be jealous. I'm saving the best dance, for you…" he whispered, as he slowly ran his fingers over her bare side. She glared, but not in total malice. Her glare was hot, and impatient. "PICK SOMEONE!" Caroline was officially frustrated.

"Oh, alright, lets see.." he noticed Bonnie sink into her seat, and he knew he was going to make her suffer, just not yet…let the anticipation build up, so to speak. " Elena, love, Drink or Dare?"

Elena stared, wide eyed, and curious. Why the hell did he pick me? She wondered.
"Uh, Dare. I think? Ah, yeah, Dare." Starting off nervous, ending with confidence. Elena was sure he could dish out some nasty things, but she was still positive that Caroline was worse.

"Perfect. Elena Gilbert, I dare you let everyone at the table take a body shot off you!" He ended with a leery smile.
This shocked everyone. That was dare they could've expected from Damon, or even Kol, but never the calculated Hybrid, who was so infatuated with their blonde vampire.
"Okay…" she said slowly. "Lets get it over with, then."

Damon was fuming. He didn't want anyone's lips touching a single hair on her perfect body! That was reserved for him!
Elena glanced at Damon, expecting to see him indifferent, since he ran out on her, months ago, but she was pleasantly surprised to see how he was shaking with barely contained jealousy. Serves him right! Elena thought, smugly, to herself, as she laid out on the table, unzipping her dress to right under her belly button.
She shivered a bit, as the alcohol was carefully poured on her tummy. She closed her eyes, as Klaus was the first suitor. *sluuurp* One down.

Damon tried to be next but Klaus sat him down, and had Bonnie go next. He wouldn't let the pissed off Salvatore up, until he was the last one. Shaking, and cursing under his breath, he took his shot, and poured it on Elena's exposed belly. Savoring each drop, running the length of her stomach, with his tongue. Now, Elena was extremely frustrated.

Who was she going to pick? She had no idea. She couldn't form a coherent thought in her head. All she could think about was Damon, Damon and his stupid fucking tongue.

-To be continued—

a/n

Sooo, it's been a busy, emotionally draining, worrisome, last few weeks. Lots of things going on, and I apologize for not updating sooner. I, also, apologize for not completely getting into this chapter. I've been distracted, to say the least, but I wanted to get something out there. I already know how much this chapter is lacking, but I hope my lovely readers, will forgive me, and possibly shoot me some more ideas, so I can try to rekindle "the flame" of this story. I am open to anything, and welcome it, as well. Thanks for bearing with me, guys. I hope this chapter didn't disappoint, too terribly. Thanks guys. 3

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