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HypnoArt - I'm so glad the chapter made you laugh! Trust me, we were in stitches writing it out. My favorite part had to be the soap-bar sales pitch from Jackson. XD My co-writer, Written-Anonymously, loved the 'sensitive Heath' as she called it. Where he offered to save everyone and sacrifice himself... when he was told he couldn't, he sacrificed Jackson lmao. Anyway! I hope you find this one pretty entertaining as well! Thanks for giving us awesome reviews to enjoy :)

A/N: We kinda had a fun time with the Truth or Dare in case you guys couldn't tell, xD Please enjoy!


"Well, Deuce. Now it's your turn." Clawdeen urged him. She had an idea that she wanted to remember to experiment with. "Pick your victim."

Deuce got up from his seat and made his way back to the bar, the drinks were easily going down tonight. "Let's pick on Frankie. Truth or dare?" He said giving up on miking his drink and pouring whiskey over ice, as he headed back he grabbed another beer for Clawd.

Clawd accepted it and their hands brushed yet again tonight. He blushed and thanked the thoughtful gorgon.

Frankie nearly vibrated in her seat. This game was so exciting! "Ooh, um… um… truth."

Clawdeen eyed her friend suspiciously. "After all the shit you just caused you pick truth?"

Frankie nodded. "Yes, it's safer."

"Not always!" Heath warned her, though he couldn't wait to see what Deuce would come up with to ask her.

Deuce evilly smirked. "What is the most embarrassing photo you have on your phone?" As he leaned back into his spot, brushing his arm against the wolf. Deuce quickly grabbed his drink and took another mouth full. Why was he feeling this way, it had to need how fast he was drinking.

Frankie brought her phone out and began to scroll through the photos. She shrugged and tossed it lightly to Deuce, "Decide that one for yourself."

Picking up the phone, Deuce slipped through the photos. Only photo he would deem embarrassing was a selfie she took. Frankie must have cut her bangs too short and they were sticking up everywhere. "I guess this one. Dudette you live a boring life, we need to get you out more." The gorgon teased as he handed the phone back. "Anyways pick your victim, oh boring one."

Frankie chuckled as she thought of who she wanted to pick, "Howleen, Truth or dare?"

"I'll take dare." The young wolf said proudly.

"Mhmm." Frankie hummed to herself trying to come up with a good one. "Go out on the road and say 'I love you' to the first person you see. You can't come back until you do though, although Twyla can go as a witness." Frankie wasn't going to send her out alone, she was sure Clawd would freak.

Taking the last sip of her soda, Howleen and Twyla went upstairs. Just so happened as they were leaving the house, their was an elderly lady walking down the street holding her husbands hand.

Twyla turned the camera app on her phone as her friend ran towards the couple. "Excuse me, I just wanted to let you know. I love you guys!" The pink headed wolf said to the couple.

"Oh, well we love you too darling." The elder female said as she and her husband continued on their night stroll, talking with each about how the Wolf children were so kind.

Howleen walked back to her friend and noticed she had filmed the whole thing. "Twyla!" She shouted as her friend did her famous vanishing act. Running back inside to stop Twyla from showing everyone the video. As she reached the stairs, she could hear everyone comment on how sweet she was.

Blushing as she descended the stairs, she thought about how she was going to get Frankie and Twyla back. She headed over to the wet bar and opened the mini-fridge behind it, pulling out another soda. "Twyla… truth or dare?"

The ghoul put her phone away and shrunk, putting a tiny bit of wine in the bottom of her red solo cup and filled the rest of it up with lemon/lime soda. "Uhh, truth I suppose."

Howleen thought about what she would ask the shy ghoul. "Who in this room, out of everyone, would be the worst to date… and why?"

"Oh that's an easy one. You, Howleen. Not that it's a bad thing, but you have very high standards to start with. Also doesn't help Clawd would be way overprotective because you're the youngest sister. Your older sisters wouldn't like anyone because in their eyes you could probably do better. If they survived your siblings, then there's your parents. I don't wanna be rude, but really you can't have a love life unless that person is hundred percent prefect for you and according to your family." Twyla stated her case to the youngest wolf.

Howleen's cheeks blushed. At least Twyla didn't point out anything negative, like her snoring or something else. But was her family really that bad? They only wanted the best for her. For all of them.

Clawd nodded, he thought Twyla pretty much nailed it. "I didn't think I was that bad."

Clawdeen laughed. "You're not. But Clawdia and I are worse. Do you really think we keep our nails in tip-top shape for no reason? Sure they look great, but they can cut too."

Heath also laughed. "But once you're in, the only way you leave this family is in a body bag."

Jackson shook his head. "You and your mobster movies, Heath."

"Alright Twyla, your turn!" Clawdeen reminded her, filling up her solo cup and Ghoulia's. She kept the white and red bottles near by.

"It's not a bad thing at all Clawd, it's the bond your family has." Twyla stated "Well, Heath. Truth or dare?" She questioned the fire element, either one he picked would cause a few laughs anyways.

Heath downed the rest of his drink and stole Jackson's. "Alright Twy," he shortened her name. It was rather cute actually. "I'll take… truth." He felt mellow at the moment.

Jackson narrowed his eyes and got up to grab himself and Heath another drink. He wondered what exactly Twyla would have in store with a truth question that would be as entertaining as a dare.

Twyla chuckled to herself as she took a sip of her drink. "Well… you're in a public restroom and just went number two, then you realized your stall has no toilet paper. What do you do?" Deuce couldn't help but chuckle at how she could ask that so straight faced.

"Well shit," Heath chuckled. "first of all, I'd think to myself – why did I have to shit now? And then I'd have a moment of self-loathing. But then I'd say shit happens, shit stains and shit wipes off… just what do I use? No way is my varsity jacket going anywhere near my ass."

Jackson cringed as he sat down and put the drinks on the coffee table. "I wouldn't trust anything near your ass."

"Precisely." Heath agreed. "Honestly, I'd either wait for someone else to enter the restroom and explain the shit-uation at hand. Or I'd try reaching under the stall, if that didn't work… I'd waddle out of the stall, pants at my ankles and I would go into a stall that does have toilet paper. There's a very slim chance every single stall is empty."

"Well thank you for being honest." Twyla stated, as she wasn't ready for Heath to be that open. "Well it's your turn, who's your victim?"

Heath thought about it. "Hmm," He noticed the male wolf picking at the label on the bottle he was holding. "Clawd."

Clawd's eyes widened. He wasn't prepared to be picked. Though he wasn't too worried. "Yes?"

"You look bored big guy, truth or dare?"

Clawd smirked, shrugged his shoulders. "Dare."

Howleen was surprised that her brother would pick that option. The booze must be hitting him, he was normally so reserved. "Please dare him to tell the old lady he hates her, after I expressed my love to her."

Heath couldn't hold in his laugh. "No! No need to confuse the elderly. Let's leave them alone for the rest of the night." He tapped his finger against his chin. "Clawd, I dare you to make out with the first male that belches."

Just then Deuce burped. It was a small one but it was still audible.

"Oh you just want all the action, don't you?" Heath smiled. "Go ahead, show us how it's done, B-M-O-C."

"Oh yeah, that's it." Deuce said rolling his eyes. Thinking back to when Jackson and himself kissed, it wasn't that bad. To him it wasn't any different from when he and Cleo kissed, if anything it wasn't awful.

Clawd took a deep breath and thought about how he'd go attempt this. If he pulled Deuce onto his lap, it would be the lazy route. He didn't want to be seen as lazy to him. Wait, why was he overthinking it?

"You can't chicken out." Heath reminded Clawd, breaking him from his thoughts.

"I wasn't." He defended, he just wasn't sure how to proceed. He shifted toward the gorgon and leaned in, biting the other's bottom lip first to catch his attention. A quiet squeak could've been heard from the shorter.

There was something different about the way Clawd kissed that Deuce had never experienced before. It was… hungry yet satisfying? Intense? Animalistic?

The gorgon found himself being pulled on top of Clawd and Clawdeen dove out of her seat to avoid the two of them.

"You're lucky I didn't spill my wine." She glared only for a moment, these two were getting quite steamy on the end of the sofa.

Clawd's hands were firm on Deuce's waist… he tried to move but felt claws dig into his skin slightly.

Deuce came to conclusion really fast that the alpha wolf wasn't going to let go until he saw fit, so he figured might have some fun. He shifted his legs so he was straddling the wolf's lap, Deuce began to snake his fingers through the other's hair. He pulled a bit, "Show me what you got, Mr. Wolf." The gorgon whispered but audible enough so Clawd could hear him. The devilish smile swept across his lips at the challenge.

Clawd growled lightly and deepened the kiss the best he knew how. He never backed down from a challenge and this he'd been dying to do all night. Wait, what? His cheeks blushed as the mixed thoughts whirled around in his mind.

Heath hadn't expected a) Clawd to be as aggressive as he was being and b) for Deuce to go along with it. He felt like they needed their privacy but at the same time… he couldn't look away. The gorgon's height difference in comparison to the wolf's just made sense. The darker fur of Clawd and the lighter skin of Deuce… looked good together.

Lagoona and Frankie wolf-whistled, the remainder of the ghouls cheered. Clawdeen had to admit it would be hot… if her brother weren't involved. Even still, it was certainly getting warmer down here.

'And they think me enjoying my burger compares to this...' Slo-Mo thought to himself with a smirk.

Deuce's cheeks started to turn a slight shade of red hearing his friends cheer him on. 'Animals.' That was all he thought as he bit at the other's lower lip, trying to keep the other's attention on him.

"Heath, what did you start?" Howleen questioned the fire elemental, getting up from her spot to going anywhere besides right in front of her brother and Deuce.

"Shit, like he usually does." Jackson informed them, nudging his cousin. They had played this many times when they were younger. Whenever they had the chance to, they'd stir things up. Jackson and Heath seemed to be worlds apart, but they had a few things in common.

Heath shrugged. "I didn't even give them a time limit, I have nothing to do with this now."

Clawd didn't hear anything else going on around them. The only person he saw, was Deuce. He reached up to take the other's vest off when he stopped himself and parted the kiss, not realizing how badly they both needed oxygen. He stared longingly into Deuce's eyes beneath the sunglasses… he'd give nothing more than to see them without consequence.

Deuce let out a small whimper at the loss of contact, just staring at the wolf trying piecing together how he was feeling about the whole situation. His fingers running through the soft fur as he thought what it meant. Was all this because of the alcohol?

"Clawd, you might wanna let Deuce go at some point." Frankie suggested to the wolf, who still had his claws in the other. Her eyes shifting towards Clawdeen, who was still protecting her wine glass.

"He can go anytime." He defended, but then realized she was right and that his claws were dug into Deuce's hips. "Oh. Haha… right. Sorry."

He let go and the gorgon parted from him. Why did he feel sad? Clawd cleared his throat and reached for his drink again. "So I guess it's my turn?"

Deuce could feel his lower hips aching from where the wolf's claws dug into him… but he didn't mind the pleasure-caused pain. He'd go through it again too for a kiss like that.

"Gillington, truth or dare?"

"Umm.. I'll go with truth." The sea monster stated as he went to get a glass of water, not feeling another beer at the moment.

Clawd had to think pretty hard to come up with something. His leg wouldn't stop shaking and he felt restless. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest he was positive Deuce could hear it. "What's something sexual that you would absolutely refuse to do?"

"Well… personally. I'm not fan of the whole sexting thing. I find if I'm going to share myself with my partner, it's going to be in the flesh. I don't understand why you would want to look at a picture, when you could hold the real thing." Gil stated now wishing he grabbed another beer.

Lagoona's eyes widened and she pulled out her phone quickly to delete a suggestive photo of herself she had taken earlier that week. She attempted to be spicy but it was a good thing she found out how he felt before actually sending it. She put her phone away and cuddled back into his side. "Well love, I believe it's your turn to pick on someone. Unless we'd like to play a different game?"

"Oh! What about 'Never Have I Ever'?" Howleen blurted out.

Gil looked around the room, "If everyone wants to." It seemed simple enough. Someone would say something they thought no one in the group had done, if you have you would take a sip of your drink.

"I have one..." Slo-Mo cleared his throat and gathered his thoughts, as well as another drink. He glared at Heath's wings, still not understanding how he could eat them. "Never have I ever... had a one night stand."

Ooh that was a good one! Clawd took a sip of his drink. Followed by Clawdeen and Slo-Mo. Hmm, was that really it out of their group?

"I haven't had a one night stand," Heath objected. "I want it to be meaningful."

"A-K-A, no one's offered yet." Jackson smirked.

Heath shoved him playfully.

Jackson felt eyes on him suddenly. "The only thing I've ever slept with is a book... and my glasses on accidentally. Don't look at me."