Shira was curled up on the small chair in Jo and Jean's room. Jean was occupying his bed, stretching out and laying on his stomach, his head resting on a pillow at the foot of the bed and not really paying attention to the girls. Meyer was sitting on the ground near his head, her back aaginst the bed and her head leaning against the mattress. Jo was sitting on the ground at the end of her bed, resting her elbows on her knees and cupping her chin in her right hand. Takami was sitting behind her, carefully braiding her friends long blonde hair. Ishimura was sprawled out on the ground in the middle of the room, lying like a star fish on her back and staring lazily up at the roof.
They had been at the resort for three days, mostly hanging out in Jo and Jean's room. They hadn't tried to go and find Shutoku to play, none of them really up for playing basketball. Instead they had lounged around, playing card games and some old busted up board games from the front desk. It was fun, but they all felt incredibly lazy.
"We should do something," Shira yawned, cracking her back as she stretched. She settled back in her comfortable position, slowly blinking as she looked around to her team mates. The fact they hadn't really done anything for a few days seemed to sap the energy out of them. Normally Shira wouldn't mind, but they were all starting to get a bit antsy.
"Such as?" Takami asked, not looking up from Jo's hair. Jo leaned back a little, smiling slightly at having her hair played with.
"Truth or dare!" Shira cheered and Ishimura emitted a sound that could only be described as a dying whale. She rolled onto her stomach, ignoring the laughs the rest of the room emitted, glowering in Shira's direction.
"Oh hell no."
"Why not Yuki, you always have a great time," Meyer giggled. Ishimura growled, shaking her head furiously. They all knew the instance that Meyer was referring to and, by the growing smirk on his face, even Jean had heard about it.
"Fuck that shit, I'm not playing."
"And why's that?" Jo pushed, grinning over to her friend through half closed eyes. Ishimura crawled to her knees, rocking back to sit up properly. She crossed her arms over her chest, turning her face away from her friends and letting out a huff.
"Because last time I ended up on the top of a flag pole with no pants." The girls broke out into a fit of laughter, the memories of Ishimura hugging the top of the flag pole in her jumper and knickers was a memory they were always forced to bring back whenever anyone mentioned truth or dare. Ishimura growled again, glaring at Shira. "It was your fault."
"Hey I only dared you to play the rest of the game with no pants. It was Jo who made you go up the flag pole." Jean leaned across and gave Jo a high five. He was still laughing under his breath. Ishimura huffed, shaking her head again, but part of her really wanted to play. It had been a long time since the five of them, including Jean, had sat down and played truth or dare. It would have been more fun if Saka and Kazuki were here, but they hadn't been able to do anything about that.
Saka still had her basketball at her school, and Kazuki was Captain of the boys team and they would be practicing over the summer, despite the fact they weren't part of the Winter Cup. Kazuki had mentioned something about a street ball competition coming up, but none of them had really paid any attention to what he was saying.
"So," Shira grinned, looking around to her friends with glee, "who's going first?"
"Not me," Takami said as she stood. She ran her hand through her hair before nodding to the door.
"I'm going to the bath, I'll play when I get back."
Shira and Jo started protesting but Takami didn't listen. She left the room, promising not to take too long, and closed it behind her. Shira slumped back into her seat, but Jo was grinning rather cheekily. Out of all of them, Jo came up with probably the worst dares of all.
"Shira, I have a dare for you." Everyone look up to Jo, Shira wincing slightly. The look of regret was clear on her face as she tried to think of anything and everything Jo might possibly come up with. She nodded, as though giving Jo permission to continue, and the latter nodded towards the door that Takami had just walked out of.
"In ten minutes, go to the bath room and steal Takami's clothes."
"Shit, you girls are evil," Jean muttered. Meyer looked over her shoulder, grinning at her brother.
"What makes you think you're getting out of truth or dare?"
"I am an innocent cripple who was forced to come?"
"Innocent," Ishimura snorted. Shira on the other hand looked rather comfortable. Jo's dare was easy and hardly embarassing, for her in any case. She settled back into the chair, looking around for her prey. Ishimura let out a sigh, trying not to look her in the eye. She bypassed her, thankfully, and her gaze settled on their beloved captain.
"Meyer, truth or dare." Meyer stiffened slightly, her grin obviously forced and she let out a breath. Scratching the side of her head, she contemplated the question. Shira was just as bad as Jo half the time, but it was her truth's that were the problem. By the look they shared, the pair were already considering teaming up with one another.
"Truth, I guess." Shira clapped her hands together excitedly. Meyer seemed to pale and Ishimura was thanking the heavens that Shira hadn't picked her.
"Who would you rather, er..." Shira trailed off as her gaze landed on Jean. The boy was leaning on his elbows, looking at her with a bemused expression. Ishimura almost punched the sky, as long as Jean stayed in the room then Shira would be too conscious to ask a question that was rude.
"I can go," Jean grinned, rolling over and grabbing one crutch. Ishimura scowled as he made an escape, he flashed her a 'suck it' expression as he walked past. Ishimura was tempted to kick his crutch out the way, and for once Meyer seemed to hold the same idea.
"So, Meyer," their captain flinched, "who do you think would be better in bed? Kiyoshi-Kun, or Kagami-Kun? Oh, and you have tell us why." The look on Meyer's face looked as though she wanted to throw Shira out the window. Jo and Ishimura cracked into laughter, but all were eagerly awaiting her answer, that is if she answered. If she didn't, it would be a pretty good risk for her. To refuse answering a truth, she would have to complete a dare.
"I, er, I don't, ah," Meyer stumbled over her answer, her cheeks flashing red slightly as she scratched the back of her neck. Shira was leaning forward in anticipation and everyone could already tell she had a dare up her sleeve in case Meyer didn't want to answer. Meyer bit her lip, her shoulders slumping and her head resting against the mattress. "Fuck it, give me a dare."
"Next time you see Kagami-Kun, you have to give him a kiss, and not a peck either. It had to be a proper one."
"No way! That's bull shit!" Meyer shouted, her arms crossing over her chest. Ishimura saw her eyes flicked to her, almost asking for help on the dare and Ishimura just shook her head. She'd been suckered into kissing a range of people over the past few years thanks to Shira's dares, there was no way Meyer was going to get out of this.
"Come on Meyer, a dare's a dare," Jo waggled her finger at her friend and Meyer looked like she was about to bite it off. She resigned herself to her fate with a growl, shaking her head. As long as she steered clear of Seirin, this wouldn't be a problem. Besides, if she did run into him, she might not be with someone and she could just get him to agree to lie. And if she ran into him with the girls, he might just refuse the kiss.
"Fine. Yuki."
"What did I do to you?" Ishimura whined as soon as she heard her name. Meyer rolled her eyes, waiting for her to give her an answer to the silent question. Ishimura sighed, rocking her shoulders back. If she chose truth and found something that she didn't like, then she would have to do dare. But if the dare was worse, then that's bad. But if she chose dare, and the truth was worse, she would have to answer it. "Ugh, I hate you all. Truth."
"Who would you rather be locked in a room with, Kagami or Midorima?"
"I'd probably just kill the both of them."
"No, you have to make a choice Yuki-Chan," Shira sang as she hung off the chair. Ishimura glared at her before glowering at Meyer. To be fair, the question was easier than what Meyer had been stuck with.
"Eugh, fine. Probably Carrot-Chan, he gets flustered easily so it's funny." Ishimura immediately regretted that decision. Shira seemed to have a spark in her eye that was pretty dangerous and Meyer kicked Ishimura's foot, warning her. It was starting to get dangerous.
"Jo, truth or dare."
"Whichever," Jo yawned. She laid back on the bed, staring up at the roof. Ishimura scowled. Jo was never any fun when she wasn't giving the dares, because most of the time she didn't care about what they thought. She was only self conscious about her height, but hell, there wasn't anything they could really do about that. Ishimura rubbed her chin, trying to think of something.
"I dare you to..." Ishimura trailed off, frowing and trying to figure something out for Jo. There wasn't a lot she could think of doing that would bother Jo. She clicked her fingers, grinning happily. "Play the rest of truth or dare in one of Ishimura's crop tops."
Jo looked like she was going to kill Ishimura, and Ishimura was annoyed she hadn't figured out a better dare than that. Shira jumped to her feet, running out of the room to snatch up one of her shirts while Jo pulled her own off. It wasn't that Jo was in bad shape, in fact out of all of them she was the most fit, Jo had just always refused to wear a crop top of any sort. Ishimura briefly remembered Shira saying something Jo thinking it made her look taller, but this was pay back for the pole.
"Ishimura, back to you."
"You're going to be picking on me now aren't you?"
"Did I make it obvious?" Jo growled, crossing her arms over her chest. Ishimura was stuck for what to choose. Get stuck with a dare by choosing truth, or get stuck with a truth by choosing dare. If Meyer had been asking she would go with either, the captain was pretty mellow.
"Eh, fuck it. Truth." Jo wasn't too good at the truths.
"Would you rather play basketball for the rest of your life, or running?"
"Basketball," Ishimura snorted, pleased that the question was easy. As before, Jo wasn't too good at questions. Shira came back into the room, holding a bleach white crop top and she threw it at Jo. The latter turned her nose up at the garment but pulled it on either way.
"Aw, you look cute Jo."
"You need to go to the bath room," Jo muttered in reply. Shira looked confused for a moment before realising what Jo was talking about. She grinned and disappeared from the room again, much to Ishimura's disappointment. She was going to get Shira for a truth or dare, but she just looked back to Meyer. If Saka were here it would be more fun, especially with Shutoku... Ishimura grinned. This should be interesting.
"Meyer, truth or dare."
"I don't like the way your smiling at me," Meyer commented, shifting uncomfortably.
"Just make a choice."
"Truth." Ishimura racked her brains. What was a question Meyer would be completely and utterly unwilling to answer. She couldn't ask the Kagami and Kiyoshi question again, Meyer would tire of it and just give an answer and Ishimura wanted to save that question for later. She needed something though, and she couldn't for the life of her figure something out. Meyer was honest about so many things that, wait.
"You never did tell me who you..."
"Dare." Meyer changed it quickly, her cheeks flushing red as she already knew what question Ishimura was going to ask. Even Jo had cracked a grin, figuring it out as well.
"Good girl," Ishimura chimed, "now go and serenade Carrot-Chan."
"Wait, what?" Meyer looked genuinely confused at Ishimura's dare, but Jo just looked impressed. They often forgot about Meyer's talents outside of basketball, but this was too good an opportunity to pass up.
"I said, go and serenade Carrot-Chan."
"Why do I keep getting the short end of the stick."
"I got the short clothes," Jo challenged. Meyer sighed, raking her fingers through her hair.
"At least lets wait until Shira and Takami get back."
"Fine, make a choice."
"Yuki."
"It's pick on Yuki day isn't it? Truth."
"Who would you kiss out of Aomine and Hotaru?" Ishimura could have punched Meyer in the mouth and the captain knew it. Jo had cracked up laughing and Ishimura returned to scowling. This was more than just picking on her, Meyer wanted to force her into a dare. Nope, Ishimura thought, I'm not falling for my own trap.
"Aomine obviously. I may hate his style of basketball but I would rather kiss him."
"Seriously?" Jo sounded surprised, her mouth popping open as she stopped laughing. Even Meyer was staring back in surprise, not expecting Ishimura to answer. They both were silent for a moment before the door burst open. Shira was squealing and threw the clothes into the room, grinning like a maniac.
"Okay, funniest thing," she giggled. At least that's what Jo thought she said, she was laughing pretty hard and panting at the same time. "So I stole the clothes, but Takami was pretty much coming out so she was in a towel, so she chased me down the corridor and... ah!"
The door burst open, an incredibly red faced and seething Takami standing at the door. She was clutching her towel so tight with her right hand that her knuckles were bone white, and her jaw was clenched that her breaths came out in hisses. She narrowed her eyes on Shira, who let out a high pitched scream and bolted to Jo. Jo tried to move out of the way but Shira latched onto her arm.
"Hey whoa, what happened?" Meyer questioned. Takami's face just grew redder, but she found her phone in her clothes and started brandishing it like a weapon. Shira screamed again, the sound rather blood curdling and Jo was worried someone might get the wrong idea.
"They are what happened!" Takami shrieked, trying to get past Jo to Shira. The latter emitted a noise that was half way between a muffled shriek and a giggle. Jo threw her arms out, trying to shield Shira. Whatever happened was partly her fault and she wasn't about to let Shira go down alone.
"Yeah, I'm confused," Ishimura muttered, scratching the back of her head. The game was momentarily forgotten as Takami glowered at Shira.
"Seirin is here and Takami flashed them!" Shira shouted loudly. Takami growled and threw her phone. Hard. It hit Shira in the face and she went down, howling like a banshee as she clutched her face. Jo looked back only momentarily before Takami kicked her in the thigh.
"Ow, fuck, what?" Jo snapped, collapsing on the bed and rubbing her thigh where Takami had kicked.
"Wait, why did you flash Seirin?" Ishimura questioned before letting out a yelp. She barely managed to duck out of the way of Takami's fist.
"I DIDN'T DO IT ON PURPOSE!"
"You should have seen Kagami's face!" Shira half giggled, half grimaced as she still clutched her face. Jo gave Shira a dead arm, knocking her off the bed and in an awkward heap on the ground. Before Meyer had a chance to ask Takami what the hell exactly had happened, the door was practically thrown open. Jean stepped into the room and Jo spied a very confused Takao and Midorima standing just outside the door. How long exactly had they been there for?
"Who the fuck was making all that noise?" Jean demanded, leaning on one of his crutches. All the girl pointed to Shira, who in turn pointed Takami who had suddenly calmed down a hell of a lot. She let out a sigh, shaking her head and looking to Meyer's little brother in irritation.
"Shira stole my clothes from the bath room."
"Because Kida dared... What are you wearing?" Jo looked down, momentarily forgetting her current clothing arrangement. Her face grew slightly red as she looked back up to Jean, shrugging her shoulders and nodding back to Ishimura. Jean shook his head. "Alright, I think that's enough truth or dare for tonight."
"Wait, were you guys playing truth or dare? Come on Shin-Chan, that would be fun!" Takao crowed, almost shoving Jean out of the way as he barreled into the room. Takami squeaked, making sure her grip on her towel was tight as Takao looked around.
"No, Jean is right, I think we've had enough tonight," Jo objected. Ishimura snorted, walking over to Takao and put her arm around his shoulders.
"Look at him Jo, how can you say no such a cute face?" Ishimura asked, grabbing Takao's jaw with her other hand and shaking his head a bit. Shira's eyes flashed bright as she nodded, her hand finally coming away from her face to reveal a bruise already forming. She seemed to completely forget it, latching herself onto Jo's back and pointing to Takao.
"Yeah, come on, it would be fun with him and Carrot-Chan!"
"Besides," Ishimura grinned, using her thumb to point back to Midorima, who was still lingering unsure of what to do at the door. He had considered leaving, but he didn't want to leave Takao alone with Iwozuka. He didn't trust them to return Takao as he was, considering the round of screams they had heard earlier. He stiffened at Ishimura's recognition of him still hanging around, slightly worried about what she was going to say. "You still have to serenade him, don't you Meyer?"