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"So, Clary quite contrary, truth or dare?" Magnus called across the room.
Oh, Jesus. Not this game. Choose wisely. "Dare."
"Hmmm...give us time to confer, biscuit." Everyone turned their backs to me, whispering and giggling. There were sounds of disgust, more giggles, many swigs of whiskey and blood, and then finally, nods. "Okay. We'll blindfold you, and you have to figure out who someone is by feel."
Nope. I did not choose wisely. I nodded, took a nice swig of the red wine in my hand and accepted my fate. Magnus wrapped a silk ascot around my eyes and sent me off to my destiny. I ran my hands of the figure's chest, which clearly didn't belong to Isabelle. I next reach for the hair. Wispy, not too long, not too short. Not Magnus's crazy spikes. Not Alec's close cut hair. It's either Simon or Jace.
Next, I go for the tickle. Jace has the most ticklish sides ever, but Simon has a ticklish belly button. First, I tackle the belly button. There's no reaction, unfortunately. Next, I go for the sides, working my way from the hips up. When I get to the middle, I'm greeted with a loud, high-pitched moan and a full-on body spasm. I can't help but giggle. This could be Simon trying to throw me off. Maybe I can get a sense of height. I try to look up, but I'm thwarted by the mystery man's lips. I hear some coos that take me back to seventh grade.
Now, I'm almost sure it's Jace. Oh, well, here we go. "Jace?"
"In the flesh." He purred. He peels the blindfold away and laughs at my bewilderment. "Had to go for the sides, didn't you?"
"Of course. Any chance I can have to hear your mouse moan, I'll take, thought you almost broke Izzy's whiskey bottle." He gave me a look. "So, Isabelle, truth or-"
"Dare, dare, dare!"
We turn and discuss the matter. Magnus tries to take things in a dirtier direction, much to her two brother's and boyfriend's chagrin. In the end, we go with...a makeup challenge, let's say. It seems fitting; we're talking about Izzy, after all.
"Your challenge is as follows—"
"What is this, Survivor?"
I shot her a look and continued. "Put lipstick on Simon without using your hands."
She didn't even flinch before whipping out her dark red lipstick and uncapping it. She looks around. "What, you're not gonna time me? Amateurs." She slips it between her lips and very carefully fills out Simon's lips, ignoring his furious blush. We all watched in horrified amusement. She finishes up, giving us a wide grin. "Well, that's done. Jace, my love. Truth or dare?" Her eyes sparkled.