Chapter Five

I left Emmett to get the drinks, and went to sit with Jasper. He looked sombre, but he didn't look like he'd heard anything. I smiled at him, "What do you want to do today?"

He smiled faintly, "I know what I'd like to do, but not what I should do,"

I pretended not to hear him, and went to lie down on a separate couch. I closed my eyes - partly to hide my yellow eyes, betraying my excitement. One of the annoying things about my irises changing colour with emotion - as I heard the booming footsteps of Emmett as he moved from the kitchen to us. I took the drink from him, not bothering to open my eyes. I sipped it carefully, and placed it onto the floor. The loud crash was my signal, and I leapt from the couch, joining Emmett as he wrestled a shocked Jasper to the ground. Emmett had the bottle of elixir – a gift I'd bestowed upon him that allowed vampires to become drunk – and somehow, he managed to tip the contents down Jasper's throat as we pinned him down.

"Not the whole thing!" I cried, slapping the bottle out of his hand. It skidded away across the floor, clattering to a stop by the fireplace. I looked back at Jasper's fuming expression, but as he tried to pull away from us, he found he couldn't support himself. His eyes started to drift out of focus, and his head fell back onto the floor with a cracking sound. Emmett screamed, and looked around the room desperately, before grabbing the bottle and smashing it onto Jasper's head. It had absolutely no effect on his unconscious form. I straddled his chest, and gripped the neck of his blue jumper tightly, lifting him up from the ground. I pulled back my arm, clenched my fist, and punched Jasper in the face, releasing him as I did it. He crashed back to the floor, and his eyes drooped open. "Oh thank God," I gasped, sitting back on his stomach as he slowly came to.

"Morgana...what are you doing?" He slurred, his eyes taking me in as I sat straddled on top of him.

"I was reviving you." I said simply, slipping off of him as he managed to lift himself up. He stood up, wobbling around, and I scooted over to my couch. He sat next to me heavily, and pulled my legs onto his lap, leaving me slumping down and lying uncomfortably across the couch. He patted my shin like he would a dog, and smiled at me sloppily. I furrowed my brow up at him worriedly, "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea,"

Emmett didn't reply, and I looked over to him, but he had disappeared. "Emmett?" I shouted, sitting up as Jasper clumsily began to stroke my hair. There was silence for a few moments, until Emmett suddenly strode in – a bottle of the elixir in his hand. Damn, and I'd half-hoped that they'd moved from Forks sooner, and those bottles I'd sent monthly hadn't reached him. "Emmett, no!"

But it was too late. He tipped the bottle back, gulping down a – thankfully – safer amount than Jasper had. But still, it wasn't like he needed much. I leapt up, ready to run away from the two now intoxicated vampires, but my head span and I stumbled back, falling onto Jasper's lap. I glared at Emmett, be it a little nervously, "Emmett...what did you do?"

Emmett started snorting uncontrollably, "I...I...put...alcohol...in...your...drink! BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

My eyes widened, and I turned to Jasper, who held up my glass, a slightly crazy look in his eye as he beamed at me. I doubted that it was the alcohol that made me grin back. From the sudden rush of excitement, I guessed that it was Jasper's doing. "Ah! Your eyes are real pretty and yellow...like sunshine..." He slurred, his face dipping towards mine. He head-butted me.

"Ow! Son of a-!"

"Come on! Let's play truth or dare!" Emmett yelled, grabbing me and practically hurling me across the room. I righted myself, and sat cross-legged on the floor by the fireplace. Emmett came and sat on the floor with me, whilst Jasper slunk up behind me, and holding onto the tops of my forearms, pulled me close to him as he sat directly behind me, so that I was slotted between his legs. "Let me go first!" Emmett squealed, before his face turned deadly serious. He raised his arm, his finger pointed at me, "Morgana! This great and mighty finger of I, Emmett McCarty Cullen, has chosen you to be the victim," His voice had taken a strange, ominous tone, "TRUTH OR DARE, WITCH? CHOOSE WISELY!"

"Dare." I said without hesitation, and Jasper gave a gasp of shock, before returning to his previous activity of nuzzling my head. Emmett grinned wickedly,

"Okay...I'm gonna go easy on you, because it's your first time," He patted my knee reassuringly, before he snorted, "HAHAHA! You're a virgin at this! AHAHAHA! I dare you to..."

His face scrunched up in thought.

"Don't give yourself an aneurism," I warned, taking another sip of the glass Jasper had placed on the floor by my side. I didn't even think about its contents. Suddenly, he brightened,

"I dare you to...dress up as a witch with a wand and broomstick and stay like it all day!"

My mouth fell open. Jasper laughed loudly, "I'll get the costume!"

He darted off upstairs, and I could only wonder why he'd have a witch's costume. As if he could read minds, Emmett spoke up, "We have a special wardrobe for all of our truth or dare costumes. Some of them have been in there for decades," He nodded wisely, as Jasper came back downstairs, his arms full of clothes, which he proceeded to dump on my head. I groaned, and scooped up the material, before glaring at Emmett and heading upstairs.
I closed my door behind me, and could only pray that Emmett was sober enough to stay out of my room. Jasper had really gone all out with the costume; a knee-length black dress, horrific stripy green and black tights with matching elbow-length gloves, a purple buckled belt, a black cape, and to finish it off, a big, black witch's hat. I pulled on each item of clothing, my sanity leaving me more with every movement. By the time I had managed to pull on the hat, I was probably as intoxicated as Emmett was. I stumbled over to my mirror, slipping on the tights, and made sure that my clothing was acceptable A.K.A my dress wasn't tucked into my tights. Grimacing, I left the room and slid down the stairs to a boom of laughter as the two boys saw me. They'd obviously decided to assist me with my costume whilst I'd been gone, as Jasper clutched a surprisingly realistic broomstick, whilst Emmett held a less impressive stick, obviously meant to be some kind of wand. I snatched the two things from them as they continued to guffaw stupidly. Annoyed, and deciding that I needed to be more drunk to have a chance of getting through today, I swallowed the rest of my drink in one. I sat down sulkily, waiting for the other two to calm down so that I could get my revenge. As Emmett sat, nearly crying (well...if he could cry) from the obvious hilarity at my ironic outfit, I smiled sweetly at him. "Emmett, dearest, truth or dare?"

"Dare. BRING IT ON HERMIONE!"

I hissed at him angrily, before adding darkly, "I dare you to let me dress you up how I want, and then dance to a song of my choice."

"Easy," He said. I smiled at him again and stood up. He rose eagerly, and I led him upstairs, leaving Jasper still sniggering at my outfit.

...

"Okay Emmett! We're ready," I called from the couch where Jasper and I sat. The lights had been dimmed and I was ready to press play on the CD player. Jasper had managed to find a torch, which he had focused on the top of the stairs, where Emmett was set to appear. I pressed play and the song came on. It wasn't a song I was familiar with, but I'd rooted through the extensive amount of CDs the Cullens had, and eventually come across a promising track list. Jasper had helped me find the perfect song, however he'd spent most of his time with his face right up next to mine, smelling my hair...or maybe it was my throat. I'd let him get away with it – after all, I was the one who'd suggested forcing alcohol down his throat. Well...at least I think that's why I let him do it...

Before I could mull it over in my clouded mind too much, Emmett's leg appeared at the top of the stairs. He wore tall, neon pink heels; and fishnet tights stretched to breaking point over his white skin as he rotated his leg in an alluring manner. As he descended, I couldn't help but burst into laughter at my choice of clothing for him. A tiny leather miniskirt was just as ill-fitting as the tights, and it had been pulled up way too high. Above that, a short woollen turtleneck jumper, the same pink colour as his heels, was just covering the largest pair of breasts I'd ever seen...fake, of course, and suspiciously similar to a pillow. When I saw his face, my chest started to ache with the force of my laughter. I'd found a ginger wig, and eventually managed to work out how to use rollers, which were still secured onto his head. His face was...horrific. Bright blue eye shadow and false eyelashes weighed down his eyes, whilst bright pink round spots of blusher and equally vivid lipstick and hoop earrings finished his look. He looked like a 60s glamour model...or more likely a transvestite in a themed party. He gripped the banister as he descended, the heels and his drunkenness making him even clumsier than usual. As the vocals came in, he started to mime along, putting a terrifying amount of effort into it:

"Dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me..."

He thrusted his way towards Jasper and I.

"Dontcha wish your girlfriend was raw like me..."

He swung his hips out as he strode about in front of us, his balance suddenly perfectly intact. Couldn't say the same for his pride though.

"Dontcha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me..."

He was fully in character – and also ridiculously drunk – as he hip-wiggled over to me, giving me a filthy, bitch-glare.

"Dontcha..."

He winked at Jasper, who gulped and edged a little closer to me. But I was far too entertained,

"I dare Jasper to salsa dance with Emmett!"

"But I didn't choose dare!" Jasper protested, but I ignored him, "Emmett, you be the girl."

"Why do I have to the girl?" Emmett whined, "Jasper's got girl hair!"

"Emmett, you're wearing a dress," I said, before breaking down into laughter as Emmett heaved Jasper off of the couch. I hurried back over to the CD shelves, and found a 'World of Dance' disk. I tore the Pussycat Dolls CD from the music player, and replaced it with mine, which only took two attempts for me to put it in correctly – I was giggling and tottering about too much for proper hand-eye coordination. The music I was looking for wasn't hard to find, and as it began to play, I threw myself back onto the couch to watch. I was amazed at how serious they both seemed to take it, as Jasper and Emmett strode around the room, their hands clasped horizontally in front of them. Jasper grabbed a rose from the plant pot on the windowsill, and held it between his teeth, making me nearly cry with laughter. As they twirled, surprisingly graceful in their drunken state, to a stop, Jasper took the rose from his mouth, and rather than give it to an eyelash-fluttering Emmett, he handed it to me with a wink. I beamed and sniffed it gratefully, but Emmett dived forward at me. At first, he just went to snatch the rose from me – like a real jealous girl - but he didn't judge the movement properly, and crashed into me, sending the couch tipping backwards. I vaguely remember laughing so hard that Jasper started to sober up (at least, temporarily) and worry about me, but other than that, I think I've repressed my experience of being crushed by a six foot five goliath vampire.

We calmed the game down a bit after that, although we were all still a little (very) drunk. My dress had gotten torn from when Emmett leapt on me, so I was struggling to keep my dignity (?) and play the game. Jasper had demanded a turn next, so we listened as he chose his victim,

"Emmett," He said, to my surprise, "Truth or Dare...actually, I think for now you should stick with truth."

Emmett pouted, but Jasper was right. Emmett's wig had flown off and landed in the fireplace, which luckily wasn't alight, but it did mean that it was now covered in soot – however he still had his make-up and misshapen boobs, although he ditched the heels, and looked ready to do the same with the tights. Jasper frowned, obviously realizing that he had no good questions to ask, instead making up, "Who has...the best...hair?"

"Hair?" Emmett questioned,

"In our family," Jasper glanced at me, "And Morgana."

Emmett looked thoughtful, which was scary in itself, before answering, "I've always had a thing for pixie-cuts..."

Jasper growled, and lunged at Emmett. I watched as they wrestled on the floor, barging into the half-destroyed couch and tripping on pink high heels. Esme's going to have a fit when she comes home. Eventually, they shook each other off, and came to sit down. Emmett turned to me, "Morgana, truth or dare?"

I could tell that he wanted me to pick dare, but I was sure that any dare for me would involve brewing some kind of explosive potion, so I answered, "Truth,"

Emmett grunted, before asking mischievously, "How many people have you made out with, who was your favourite and why?"

"I've kissed less than five people, my favourite was..." I paused, and I could feel Jasper's eyes on me, "A guy...I met a while ago, because he was...respectful..." I said lamely, knowing that Emmett wouldn't be happy with my answer. Which probably meant that I was going to suffer in the next round. I opened my mouth to speak, but Emmett cut me off, "Ah ah ah! Because, dear witch, that was a terrible answer, AND you had two gos earlier, I am going to have another go."

Jasper leapt up, "But I've only had one turn!"

"Sit down cowboy, my dare includes both of you."

Oh God.

A dare.

Including Jasper.

Emmett smiled menacingly, and I drew back, "I dare you, Jasper Hale, to make her, Morgana...something, to lust after you."

...

So, I just wanted to do a lighter chapter amongst such a dark story, but the seriousness will continue. Thank you to everyone who reviewed! :)