Truth or Dare chapter 2!!!


A/N- Hopefully long-awaited. Thanx to Ly, Junipertree, & Briar's Rose. =) Here comes 2! (Yes I know everyone is majorly OOC, but I couldn't resist. :) )


Kel was just leaning towards Cleon to kiss him when all of a sudden she heard a cracking noise. "Cleon! Oh my goddess! The door is breaking!" And indeed it was. The combined weight of all of the boys outside of the door forced it to crack, leaving a huge hole. Neal, Fal, and the rest of the gang looked dumbfounded.

"Mithro's beard!" cried Neal. "Im really sorry Kel. I didn't mean to break the door!"

"You boys have a lot of nerve, trying to see through the door!" Kel said. She stood up, opened the door, and walked out of the closet. Kel paced the room, muttering under her breath all the while.

"So..erm...Kel..." started Owen. "Whaddaya say we keep playing?"

"Well...ok" replied Kel reluctantly.

Cleon stood up and walked out of the closet. The group formed a circle once more. "Now, it's my turn!" cried Kel gleefully, a huge grin on her face. "Neal, Truth, Dare, or Nervous?"

"What's Nervous?" asked Neal.

"Well say it and find out, Queenscove!" said Kel, obviously getting back at her friends for what they did to her.

"Ok...I really don't like the sound of this, but...nervous." Said Neal.

Kel seemed very joyus at this. "Be right back!" She called skipping out of the room.

***1 hour later***

Kel returned, Delia of Eldorne in tow. "Ok, De-"

"I thought Delia was imprisoned for life!"

"You raised her from the dead?"

"What the..."

"Jolly!"

"AHEM! I was just about to explain that I got King Jonathon to let Delia out of Jail for exactly ONE hour, just we could use the little slut for a little game called Nervous." Kel said, exasperated.

"Hey...who are you calling a slut?" asked Delia, angered.

" Who does it look like sistah?" Kel replied. The two engage in a fight. Delia draws her dagger, while Kel draws her sword. Delia runs Kel backward towards the bed. Kel trips and falls over Owen's pudgy foot, and lands with her head under Neal's bed. "Whoa..." she says, astonished.

Even Delia halts. "What?" says everyone.

Kel emerges from under the bed with something very pink and very fluffy in one hand. Roald gasps. "Neal has one too?" said Roald in disbelief.

"What is it?" shouts everyone. Neal runs and hides in a corner of the room, beet red.

Kel unfolds the mysterious object. "It's a...PINK FLUFFY BATHROBE!!!" she announces. The whole group is howling in laughter, including Delia.

"So, Roald," Kel says in between fits of giggles, "Who else you know has one?"

"Well," Said Roald, "I do happen to know that my very own father has an identical bathrobe!" Even Neal starts to laugh at this. He comes back to where the group is.

"Hey, everybody!" Neal shouts. "Want some ale?"

"YEAH!" Shouts the party.

Neal reaches under his bed and pulls out 10 bottles of ale. "One for each of us!" Everybody takes a bottle of ale and drinks a little bit.

"So Neal, where were we? Nervous! Delia the slut has to go soon!"

"YEAH!" shouts Delia, obviously VERY drunk.

"OK Delia, all you have to do is feel Neal out until he says 'Nervous' then wherever your hands end up you have to kiss him. OK?"

"Oh yeah baby," says Neal. Delia starts moving her hands up Neal's body. When they come to his lips, Neal practically shouts, "NERVOUS"! Delia plants a huge smooch on his lips. Everyone laughs, extremely drunk...

"Hey!" shouts Cleon. "Can we play that little game too, Kel?"

"Oh, yeah, Cleon. Will you marry me?"

"Why wouldn't I dove?" They both take another gulp of ale. The party's really roarin' now...




A/N: OOCness! OOCness alert! What will happen next: Everybody's drunk...LOL I can only imagine the possibilities. Just a note I wrote this at 1 am, so...that's partly y it's so weird, the other reason's cuz I just drank my special hyper drink: 3 cups of orange juice blended with 1 1/2 cups of SUGAR plus lots and lots of ICE!!! YEAH BABEE!!! Cya l8ta! ~R~