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Truth or Dare
March 2015
How the hell did I let this happen?
Kristoff's face was burning with shame as he was pushed into the back of the police car.
The door slammed behind him and he stared blankly out the window. Anna suddenly appeared, dashing out of her apartment block, wide eyed, with fingers pressed over her mouth in shock. She was calling out something but he couldn't hear what through the thick bullet proof glass. She looked desperate. She looked guilty.
Oh yeah, that's right. I can't say no to Anna.
One hour earlier
"What shall we do tonight?"
Anna was laid out on the sofa, her feet in Kristoff's lap. Sven lay at his feet, snoozing away. It was a perfect Saturday night. Kristoff could have quite happily sat here reading, but Anna was getting bored. He tossed his book down on the side table and looked at her.
"We could watch a movie," he suggested.
"No." Anna chewed on her lips as she considered. "Let's play a game or something."
A game? The only games he'd ever played with Anna were Pictionary and Who Am I? and he was awful at both. "OK. You got Scrabble?"
"Yeah but that's too dull. Let's play a drinking game!" Her voice got really high and excited with the last, her eyes shining bright. She snapped upright with the brilliance of her suggestion.
"A drinking game?" Kristoff was cynical. True, the only time he'd seen Anna really drunk she had been more of a sleepy, honest kind of drunk than a riotous one but… You're in her apartment. What can go wrong? "What kind of drinking game?"
"How about Truth or Dare?" she said with a kind of frightening glint in her eye. "Basically, we take turns and you either have to-"
"I know what Truth or Dare is," he interrupted. It seemed dangerous. They'd only been dating for three months. There were things he hadn't told her. There were things he didn't ever want to share with her unless he had to. And there were things about her that he didn't need to know either. But he supposed he could always choose Dare. "Alright," he agreed warily. "But be gentle with me."
She squealed and clapped her hands together, spinning her legs round on the couch and jumping up. She ran to the kitchen and brought back two glasses and a bottle of something brown.
"What's that?" he asked suspiciously.
"Rum. Now, you have to do a shot if you lie, and if you change your mind half way through your go. Oh, and I think we should do a shot along with every dare as well."
"The shot's not the dare?"
"No."
Kristoff rubbed a hand over his eyes. "Alright," he agreed again. He always agreed way too easily. "But you go first."
"OK," she grinned and narrowed her eyes at him while she considered. "Truth."
Damn. Dare would have been easier.
"OK…" he glanced around her apartment as if that would magically give him the question he needed but glancing around her apartment only made him think Hans, Hans, Hans and he didn't want to know anything about Hans. His eyes fell on the battered, grey, cuddly toy he'd rescued for her from the road side. "Where did you get Ducky?"
She groaned in exasperation. "From my parents when I was five. That was a terrible question. Try again."
"Really?"
"Yes."
He rolled his eyes and sat back into the couch, dropping his head back against the cushions. "OK...um...why do you always wear your hair in braids?"
Anna glanced down and to her right, lifting a braid to look at it questioningly. "You don't like it?"
"No, no! I really like it! It's cute! It's just...different isn't it? But different is good. I like different." Fucking hell. Why couldn't we just play Scrabble?
"Oh. OK then," she smiled, appeased easily. "I used to love the Pippi Longstockings books. I started wearing my hair like this to be like her and it just kind of stuck. Now you have to do a shot."
"What?! Why?" Kristoff exclaimed.
"Because your questions were boring. Two strikes and you're out. Shot."
"Rigged," he grumbled but he leant forward and poured out a shot of rum, knocking it back in one swift motion. Ugh. Too sweet. Of course Anna would keep overly sweet liqueur in stock. Couldn't have something nice like whiskey.
"Your turn!" she sang brightly.
"OK…" His gaze bore into his girlfriend wondering just how mean she was going to be. But this was Anna, right? She was lovely. But she's also spunky and, at times, a bit crazy. "Truth."
"Who was your first kiss?" she asked straight away, as if she had been bottling that one up for ages.
"A girl called Katie Welder. She went to my school."
"Kristoff and Katie," she mused. "That's got a nice ring to it."
"I prefer Kristoff and Anna," he retorted with a smirk and was awarded a mushy smile.
"How old were you?"
"Hey! That's a second question. You can't have two!" he argued, with affected vexation. He didn't really care, but if she was going to make up rules then so was he.
She rolled her eyes. "Fine," she conceded, then: "I'll go with a Truth."
"Who was your first kiss?" he asked immediately. This would be fine if he just followed her lead.
She leaned into him and poked him in the arm. "No repetition! You have to do another shot!"
"What? No I don't!" His offense was real now. "Stop making up rules! Are you just trying to get me drunk?!"
"Maybe," she said with that wicked gleam in her eye that always made his brain go wonderfully foggy. "Or maybe you just need to try harder."
"OK fine. I'll do the shot, but then you have to answer my question."
She nodded all business-like. "Agreed."
The second shot wasn't quite so gross as the first. He placed the glass down at the table, tonguing his gums like he could clear the sweet taste from his mouth then looked at her expectantly.
"Archie. I don't know his last name. He was on vacation here. Summer romance."
"Anna and Archie…" he joked, letting her piece together the rest of the sentence herself. She giggled and raised a leg onto the sofa to kick at him playfully.
"I prefer Anna and Kristoff," she said with a grin.
"You have to do a shot!" he insisted quickly, victoriously. Her mouth dropped open. He mimicked her female voice as he explained: "No repetition! You have to do a shot!"
"That doesn't count," she mumbled, but she had a slight smile as she did what she was told.
She just wants to get drunk with you. He grinned. The realisation was pleasant and a little thrilling.
"OK, your turn!"
Kristoff pondered his choices. His two choices. He wasn't quite ready to throw caution to the wind yet. And Anna had that second question about Katie up her sleeve. It would probably be fine. "Truth."
"With who, when and where did you lose your virginity?"
"What?" he choked. That was exactly the kind of question he'd been dreading. "Hey, that's three questions. You can't have three! Shot!"
"I'll do the shot," Anna said slyly. "But you have to answer the questions."
"And if I don't?" he challenged.
"Then it's a shot for you too mister. And you'll have to do a dare."
He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing her for signs of wavering. She was deadly serious.
"Oh come on!" she persisted. "You know all about my former lovers. All one of them."
Actually he hadn't known that. He'd always kind of hoped there had been someone else before Hans. The idea that that fucknut had been her partner in her first experience with physical love was really...sad.
She's your girlfriend. You knew this would come up sometime. He sighed, reluctantly caving in.
"Fine."
She grinned triumphantly.
He turned his eyes to the table. He didn't want to look at her when he said it.
"That girl Himani from the Ice Palace, 17, at the ice rink." The words were blurted out so fast he wasn't even sure she would understand him.
"At the ice rink?!" she gasped. "How is that-? I mean- Wasn't it cold? And slippery?"
He glanced sidelong at her. "In the staff room at the ice rink," he clarified dryly.
"Oh," Anna giggled. And then: "I thought it was her."
His glance became suspicious.
"There's tension there," she shrugged.
"Yeah, well, she was kind of a bitch. You have to do your shot now."
She grinned and happily obeyed.
"I choose truth!" she announced, slamming her glass back on the table.
He folded his arms and sat back again watching her while he contemplated. He smiled. "Have you ever done anything illegal?"
"No!" she exclaimed straight away. "Of course not!"
"Shot," he grinned.
"What? Why?"
"You're doing something illegal right now, birdbrain."
She glanced at the bottle of rum and then back at him. "Oh right." She chuckled and reached for her glass again.
If I didn't know any better, I'd think she was just screwing up on purpose.
"Go on then," she prompted, wiping her hand over her rummy mouth.
He didn't know what further truths she had up her sleeve and he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"Dare," he said confidently.
"Yay!" She clapped her hands together and gave him a look so wicked he gulped, immediately regretting his choice. "You have to streak down the road to the 7-11 and back again."
"I have to what?" His eyes went so wide he could feel his eyebrows pushing into his forehead.
"You heard me. Clothes off." She sat back into the sofa smugly.
"I changed my mind. Truth."
"Aww," Anna pouted. "That's no fun. OK. If you do this, I promise I'll choose dare on my next turn and…I'll do anything you dare me to."
Anything? That was a wide scope. "Anything?" he asserted out loud.
"Anything," she confirmed with a sinful smile.
He gulped again but for different reasons this time. It's OK. It's a quiet street. Just a quick dash there and back again. It's not like you've never been naked in public before. Hell, Ma and Pa are always naked.
"OK." God, what the hell am I doing?
He reached for the liqueur bottle and poured out the required shot. He downed it and poured another.
"You don't have to do a second one," Anna said.
"Yes I do." After a third, his skin was buzzing and he resolved to just get on with it. He stood and started pulling off his shirt. Flinging it to the side, he realised Anna was standing too and she was reaching to help him unbutton his pants.
"Get away," he told her bluntly. "I can do it."
She jumped back apologetically. "Sorry. I was just trying to help."
I don't think giving me a hard-on is going to help very much.
"Thanks," he said, trying to keep calm. "But I've got it."
He quickly pushed down his pants and boxers in one fell swoop. He heard Anna "eep!" with joy but he didn't look at her once as he stalked to the door. He opened it, took one tentative step out into the hall and then just ran for his life. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He pushed the front entrance door open with all his strength, both hands pressed against it and dashed out into the street. It appeared empty at first glance but, no, there was some old lady walking her dog on the opposite side. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He turned right and ran, ran, ran. The lights of the 7-11 sign were almost within reach when he saw it. A police car parked outside.
He skidded to a stop and turned and ran back the way he came but not before two cops exited the store.
"Hold up!" one of them bellowed.
FUUUUCK!
He kept running.
He was almost back at Anna's, only seconds from her front door, when he heard the Bwoop! noise of the police siren and blue lights pulled to a stop next to him. Busted.
He stopped. What else could he do? And, because he didn't know exactly how to behave in this situation, he raised his hands in surrender.
"Alright son," one of the cops said, climbing out the car. "You can lower your hands." He smirked at his partner. "We can see you don't have any weapons."
Kristoff did as he was told, his cheeks stinging with utter humiliation. At least if Ma & Pa find out, they'll probably just think it's hilarious. Oh God...and they'll tell everyone.
"But we are going to have to take you down the station," the cop continued.
Kristoff nodded dumbly.
The other cop handed him a blanket and he immediately wrapped himself up in it.
"What's your name kid?"
"Kristoff Bjorgman," he muttered.
"Kristoff Bjorgman. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as they have been given to you?"
"Yes."
How the hell did I let this happen?
Kristoff's face was burning with shame as he was pushed into the back of the police car.
The door slammed behind him and he stared blankly out the window. Anna suddenly appeared, dashing out of her apartment block, wide eyed, with fingers pressed over her mouth in shock. She was calling out something but he couldn't hear what through the thick bullet proof glass. She looked desperate. She looked guilty.
Oh yeah, that's right. I can't say no to Anna.
Her dare was going to be spectacular.
Notes
I've received a few prompts recently and I'd like to say thank you. TBH, this fic was kind of fading away to its inevitable demise but you've managed to keep the spark alive. Not sure when I'll next be able to update this fic, but suffice to say my motivation has been resuscitated. :)
