Author's Note: sorry of the wait. I think I am going to start bringing the story to a close. I don't want it to drag on and become boring or repetitive. There may be about three more chapters to go, give or take a few. Without further or due, let's begin truth or dare!

Tris P.O.V

We are all currently sitting in a lop sided circle in Zeke's living room, just as we had been a few nights back.

"Alrighty, now that my favorite couple is reunited for the fifth time this weekend, I shall begin. Four, truth or dare?"

"Dare," he replied, slinging an arm over my shoulders, pulling me closer to his warm side.

"I dare you to let Trissy sit in your lap for the rest of the game," Tobias just motions to his lap and I easily slide into it, reveling in the way his arms enclose my waist and his chin rests on my shoulder.

"Uriah truth or dare?"

"I'm tired of being asked this question! I will now and always choose DARE!"

"Fine! I dare you to run up to Eric in only your underwear and slam a piece of Dauntless cake in his face. Then you have to lick it off like a dog,"

"Easy!" Uriah replied, already stripping down to his boxers.

"Oh so easy huh. How about you then drag his back here and sit on his lap for three rounds, no matter what he does to you," I see Uriah hesitate before he breaks out in a grin and runs to take a piece of Dauntless cake from the fridge. I get up from Tobias' lap so we can go observe this wonderful dare. Luckily I was able to avoid Christina on the way here and am wearing a pair of combat boots compared to the weaponry she calls shoes.

We make it to the Pit just as Uriah slams the icing filled cake in Eric's face. Before he can wipe it from his eyes, Uriah stands on his tip-toes and licks up and down Eric's cheeks. Through the lines of chocolate we see Eric blush red with rage. Uriah proceeds to drag him by his hand back toward us. As they pass, Tobias and I burst out into fits of laughter.

"That is the best dare I have ever given anyone!" he gasps out as we amble back to the apartment.

When we enter, I see Uriah clinging to Eric's waist, still in just his underwear. Eric is hopelessly trying to pry him from his body, but every time he gets and arm unlatched, it just returns to its original position, only tighter and more determined to hang on. Tobias and I just resume our positions in the circle, me on Tobias' lap and Uriah on Eric's.

"Okay, that was a pretty good dare. Anyways, Mar truth or dare?"

"Dare,"

"I dare you, my beautiful girlfriend, to get into a drinking contest with Trissy,"

"Let's go Tris," Marlene says standing and making her way over to the counter where Zeke has already began to pour the shots of a clear liquid that looks like water.

"Don't get too excited. It's not water, but vodka," Zeke says, almost reading my thoughts. Zeke steps away, leaving 10 shots for each of us. We each reside a different end of the counter and get ready.

"So, first person to finish without passing out or throwing up wins," Uriah says, still in a pissed looking Eric's lap.

When they say go, I don't think I just grab the first glass and down the shot. The liquid burns my throat on the way down and tastes awful, but I want to win so bad. When I am on 7 Mar is only on 5. When I am on 9 Mar is on her way to the bathroom on the other side of the room. I polish of the last glass to the sound of Marlene's stomach purging every drop of the vile liquid. I make my way over to a gapping Tobias and plop down in his lap.

"Toby, can you make the room stop spinning?" I ask as I lay my head on his shoulder. He is about to reply when I feel my stomach jump into my throat and I race to the bathroom Marlene just emerged from. Vodka is not my friend.

Tobias P.O.V

I am about to suggest I take Tris home when she leaps from her position on my lap and races to the bathroom. I just sigh and go to her. She is sitting with her back against the tub and when I walk in she looks up to me.

"I am going to kill Uriah," is all she says as I take a seat beside her.

"Will you settle for truth or dare revenge, or do you want me to take you home?" I ask, massaging her shoulder.

"I will not leave until I have had my revenge," she says standing. By her words, I thought she would be mad, but she just smiles at me as she pulls her long blond tresses out of her face and walks out of the bathroom. God, I love her.