A/N: EVERY BODY GONE SUFRIN'! SURFIN' USA! EVERY BODIES GON…Oh sorry didn't see you there! What the hell do you want? The next chapter? What the hell are you on about!? Truth or dare? Um I think you have the wrong person sorry! *author flies away*…………*flies back* Ok now I remember! Ok here it is!!
Strider reached forward and span the now worn out butter beer bottle and it landed on….RON!
(A/N: hey I give the people what they want!)
"Ok Ronald truth or dare!?"
"DARE!"
"Right I want you to eat this!" Strider unzips his flies and a look of horror went over Ron's face but it soon faded as Strider took out a chocolate.
"You keep chocolates in you pants?" Draco enquired, still getting rid of some excess sand.
"Ah!" Strider smirked "this is no ordinary treat. It has been in existence for 23,900,485 years and has been passed own my family for generations. So Ron are you willing to try it?"
Ron looked at sweet as though it was something Draco had pooped up but reached out and took it….AND HE ATE IT!
He sat there for a while just chewing on it, when suddenly his throat began to bubble and exploded.
"WOW!" Strider exclaimed "I didn't think he would acutely take it!"
Draco looked at Strider and smirked "I have an item." He hit the bottle away and took out a pistol from his butt…I mean pocket. He removed 5 of the 6 bullets and spun the barrel.
"right here is how it works you put the gun to your head and pull the trigger and you just have to pray you don't have the bullet…ok?"
"Ok.." Strider agreed reluctantly.
"Right I'll go first!" Draco lifted the gun to his head and…nothing happed. "Your turn."
Aragorn raised the weapon slowly to his head and click…nothing happened.
"Only 4 more turns...but who will get it?" Draco smirked, as little gofers in the corner did a random dance to wave goodbye to everyone.
WARNING! NEXT CHAPTER IS THE LAST ONE! SO NOW VOTE DRACO OR STRIDER! CHOICES CHOICES!