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HypnoArt - Yeah it is! Pretty hot in here indeed, lmao I definitely have my air conditioner on xD I'm so glad we were able to make your morning good with a bit of steam *wink, wink* here's hoping you like this chapter too! :)

And here we go again!


Frankie's bolts sparked as an idea came to her. "Never have I ever sent a dirty text to the wrong person." She said giggling to see who would take a shot.

Lagoona was the first person to take a sip of her drink, "It was before I even met you." She informed Gil, who just pulled her closer to his side.

Deuce was another one to take a sip of his chosen drink, feeling the burn of the whiskey as it went down.

Clawd was among one of the first to raise an eyebrow in question. "Who could you have possibly sent the wrong dirty text to? One of Cleo's multiple personalities?" He didn't register what he said until it was already out and a couple of the others giggled. "Oh… sorry. I took that a bit too far."

Heath shrugged his shoulders but stayed quiet. This wasn't something that he wanted to get in the middle of… though Clawd was far from wrong. Something about Cleo was different lately. She even shunned Deuce at the opening casketball game tonight, what was that about?

"I wish. Sadly it went to my cousin Viperine. She still teases me time to time about it." Deuce said blushing slightly. Deuce smirked to himself, "Never have I ever been fooling around in the car and accidentally honked the horn."

Just then Gil and Lagoona both took a sip and chuckled at the memory.

"Come on Deuce, you and Cleo must've done that." Jackson inquired.

"That's where you're wrong, her heels would damage the interior. No thank you." Deuce stated as he noticed Clawd didn't take a sip either.

Ghoulia swirled the last bit of liquid in her red solo cup and drank it. She was positive somewhere in Cleo's self-centered talk she may have mentioned something about Deuce not doing anything but kissing her in his car. Probably something about it being more precious to him than her.

Slo-Mo raised his hand. "Are there any extra points if it wasn't your car?"

"What?!" Clawd smacked his hand off the end of the sofa and shook his head. "You freaky bastard."

The zombie boy tipped his drink back and Ghoulia narrowed her eyes. Who would he have boned in someone else's car? Though she was shocked at how aggressive her own thoughts were becoming.

"Never have I ever caught my parents doing it." Slo-Mo said aloud, that he did not drink to.

Clawd, Clawdeen and Howleen all groaned and downed their own drinks. Hell, even Twyla had a drink but specified it was Mr. & Mrs. Wolf.

Heath took a drink as well. "My parents are pretty open, my dad will grab my mom's butt, or vice versa. One night dad was playing footsies with mom."

Jackson could also confirm that his aunt and uncle still 'had it bad' for one another. "And he rubbed my foot by accident." They laughed. "Awkward indeed."

"Hey nothing wrong a little spark in the relationship." Frankie stated.

"Never have I ever not washed a piece of clothing because of someone else's scent." Lagoona asked knowing she had taken several of Gil's shirts herself.

Deuce thought about it for a moment and noticed Cleo wouldn't even keep a sweater of his. This angered him a little, thinking more about that and adding what he knew. Deuce chugged back his drink so he could make himself another. Forgetting the point of the game.

Clawdeen headed over to the wet bar with Deuce, she put her cup down and he poured whiskey into it. "Thank you?" She wasn't going to question it, she just grabbed a soda instead. "I got one!" She shouted as she turned around and hopped up on one of the stools, almost missing it entirely. "Never have I ever kissed someone… and wished it were someone else." She poured the carbonated drink into the solo cup and took a sip.

Frankie's bolts sparked and she took a drink, did kissing your stuffed teddy bear goodnight and wishing you had a significant other count?

Jackson set his drink down, having a feeling he'd get dehydrated playing this game.

Slo-Mo took a drink.

Deuce's eyes darted over to Clawd, who drank at the mention of the question. He glanced at his cup, taking a shot directly out of the bottle. Bottle in hand, Deuce made it back to his seat.

"Never have I ever tripped in a public place and acted like it was intentional." Deuce said.

Frankie took a sip of her drink, there would times her feet would become unstitched.

Lagoona also took a sip of her drink, thinking every ghoul should be drinking to this. Wherever there were heels, there were times of falling.

Howleen and Clawdeen also took a sip of their drinks, a little surprised when Heath also was taking sip of his drink. "I don't know why you're shocked," he finished it and set it down, Deuce taking the liberty to add some whiskey into the cup. No one should be without alcohol tonight apparently. "thanks man." He cleared his throat and shrugged his shoulders. "I am so accident prone that I have my own seat in the emergency waiting room." He grabbed his iCoffin and found the right photo. "See?"

Right there in color, was a photograph of a waiting room chair with a gold plated notice on it. It clearly said, 'Reserved for Heath Burns'.

Clawd shook his head. "And you wonder why you're not on the court with us."

Heath held up a hand in protest. "I'm cool where I am on the sidelines. I like watching and besides, I'm not even a quarter-bit skilled as any of you guys."

Clawd knew it took a certain bit of physique, some talent and balance. Control… discipline – it took a lot to be on a sports team of any kind. "We're not all that. We have a lot of areas to work on."

Deuce agreed from behind his own bottle.

Before the guys could dote on what happened again tonight, Ghoulia decided to liven things up a bit. "Never have I ever… began to vomit but caught it in time to swallow it down."

Drinks all around the room were being tipped this time.

"All the time," Jackson announced, blushing when he realized how weird that sounded. "sorry, I'm just so damn glad I could drink to something. I was getting thirsty." He chuckled.

"Never have I ever fantasized about my friend's significant other." Twyla spoke from her shadowy corner.

Oh damn, that was a good one! The results were pretty good too as Clawdeen, Frankie, Ghoulia all tipped their drinks back. The only female who didn't… was Lagoona however that was quite predictable.

Jackson took a drink for this one too, as did Slo-Mo and Clawd. Heath and Gillington were the only males that didn't drink to this question.

"I have one," Frankie was startled by her own bolts sparking. Oops! "never have I ever… dreamed about my wedding day."

Lagoona proudly took a sip of her drink, so did Frankie. Gil couldn't lie and had a drink himself, truth be told he couldn't wait for his wedding.

Clawdeen took a sip of her drink, "I have the perfect dress planned out." She admitted proudly.

"Umm… sis, maybe you should find a boyfriend first?" Howleen questioned her sister.

Heath took a sip of his drink forgetting the gorgon poured pure whiskey in there. Causing a slight burn. "I mean, I would love to one day. Just gotta find the prefect ghoul first."

Jackson thought about it. "I can't see it as far as say… who I might be married to? But I mean, I would like to be married... maybe? Don't know if I've ever dreamed about it."

Clawdeen raised an eyebrow. "I can tell you that Draculaura has the whole thing planned out."

"Sure and if she's showing up and participating on her own, she can keep her plans." Clawd folded his arms over his chest, now a bit upset that even his own damn wedding was being planned out for him. Well, if he decided to marry her, which he hadn't thought about.

Deuce rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses, honestly he couldn't picture his wedding. Not with everything going on. "Here's one: never have I ever lied during this game." Taking a shot right out of the bottle that was still in his hand.

Clawd glared at him. "What the hell you be lying about boy?" He hoped it wasn't any question to do with him. It better not have been. His ears flattened… Deuce didn't think he was a bad kisser, did he? Wait, why did he care? Why did this upset him so much?

Howleen found it highly entertaining that Clawd was so ticked off by the fact Deuce might have lied. What was the big deal?

"Wouldn't you like to know?" The Gorgon teased the wolf, he wasn't going to let him know all his secrets.

A few members of the group watched what was going down between the two. ""Never have I ever left my house without underwear." Heath questioned trying to break the tension between the two.

Clawd growled lightly under his breath, his fur most definitely in a bunch afterward, but he knew it wasn't right to pry if Deuce didn't want to share… but boy did his curiosity burn within. He took a drink and heard almost everyone laugh. "What?"

"I hope you're lying right now, who leaves the house without underwear?" Howleen could hardly control her fit of giggles.

Clawd's face reddened. "Uh… I..."

"Someone who wants to get knocked up, that's who doesn't wear undies." Clawdeen informed the group, downing the mixed drink Deuce set up for her. "Unfortunately Clawd, you're not a bitch and can't have a litter."

He supposed he deserved that for not paying attention to the question. "Oh I'll let you have that one." He thought of a question, though he was wondering if Deuce would lie about this one too. "Never have I ever… cried/flirted/argued my way out of a speeding ticket/traffic violation."

He looked at his bottle before taking a sip, "Can we also add turning the officer to stone?" Deuce questioned the group noticing a few horror stricken faces.

Clawd's eyes widened and he cracked a smirk. "Deuce no..."

"Deuce, yes!" Heath applauded.

"It was a $100 ticket and my mom said she would take the car away if I got another one." Deuce explained taking another swig of the bottle.

Slo-Mo still had the look of horror upon his face.

"Never have I ever flirted with a person to win a bet." Lagoona questioned the group.

Twyla giggled as she saw Clawdeen try to hide that she took a drink.

Clawd swatted at his sister. "Who have you flirted with? What bet was this?"

She smirked. "Aren't you just a nosy ass, tonight? If I wanted to give names, I would. But I don't, so suck my-"

"How's it going down here?" Barkley cautiously made his way down the stairs. Scarlet insisted he check to see if there were any vomit to be had or bad decisions being made.

"What's up, old man?!" Clawdeen questioned, getting up to hug her father.

"You've been into the whole cabinet, I can smell you from the kitchen." He returned her hug.

"I had help! And Deuce drank your whiskey."

Deuce wore a devilish smirk as he drank the last bit of the bottle. "I shared a shot or two." He stated frowning at the now very empty bottle.

"You shared like a drop between Heath and Clawdeen." Lagoona said letting out a small yawn.

"Your point? I shared." The gorgon questioned the other.

Barkley chuckled, knowing very well that Deuce sharing in itself was a rarity, they should consider themselves lucky. "Sharing is caring," he quoted. "are you crazy children almost ready for bed tonight? Not that I'm sending you there, I just wanted to pull out the extra air mattresses if you are."

"Well set one by the bar dad, I believe that's Deuce's spot for the night." Howleen stated letting out a yawn herself.

"I believe it's a perfect time for bed." Howleen added, leaning on Twyla.

Twyla pat the sleepy wolf's head. She knew that everyone would be waking up in less than stellar moods in a few hours.

The gang chatted amongst themselves while Barkley and Clawd grabbed three air mattresses from the linen closet, they were double sized so if they paired up, there would be enough space for everyone.

Clawdeen had the job of dressing the air mattresses with linens and pillows, which she was having great difficulty with. She tucked the corner of a fitted sheet only to realize she had the sheet the wrong way. When she flipped it around, she hopped on the bed to re-tuck the same corner when she semi-bounced before falling off the other side.

The whole basement of teenagers were laughing, Clawdeen stuck in her own fit of giggles. "Someone could help me," she told them. "bunch of assholes."

Ghoulia had been recording Clawdeen's struggle the entire time.

The boys had the other two beds set up as now Clawdeen was currently fighting with a flat sheet. She got up, cursed at it and nearly fell over but Clawd caught her. "Thanks for being so solid."

Clawd smirked. "I got your drunk ass. Just get it to bed before mom comes down here."

"Shhh, all of you."

They chuckled at her, she was the one who was the loudest of everyone.