Captive (Trapped, part 2)
Song: Last Friday Night by Katy Perry
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Max
"Oooooh!" squealed Nudge, clapping her hands together, "Let's play Truth or Dare!"
A groan was (in unison) emitted from those gathered. I squeezed Fang's hand, so much larger than my own.
"Um, Nudge..." Fang started. Better to let her down slow, or we might find everyone's head shaved bald by morning (long story). Beside her, Angel crossed her arms over her chest. She batted her eyelashes a few times, and I could feel Fang's resistence crumbling.
"One game." I insisted. Nudge giggled.
"Wooooo!" She yelled, hopping to her feet. The candles flickered. Iggy shifted, totally comfortable with our dimly-lit condidtion.
"Okay, but I start." I began. Those present nodded seriously.
"Okay...Gazzy. I dare you to scream out 'I'm ugly and proud!' four times."
The ten-year-old squirmed uncomfortably before inching to his feet and muttering the words.
"Louder..." I prompted. He glared at me with innocent blue eyes.
"I'M UGLY AND PROUD!" he shouted to the sky. Everyone erupted into laughter. I myself fought back a smile. But Gazzy's turn wasn't finished. He plopped to the ground and smirked in my direction.
"Ah, Max. I dare you to write on a paper who you love THE MOST in this room. And give the paper to me. You know, for blackmail material."
Now, I'm the mom in this group. Blackmail was a commonly-used technique, so I wasn't really bothered. Not to say that I was a wee bit ticked that this little grasshopper of a kid had just bested the great Maximum. I grabbed a faded post-it note from my pocket and scribbled 'Fang' on it. I shoved it in the boy's direction. He folded it delicately and smiled smugly.
"Why, thank you."
"Okay..." I scanned the room before settling on Dylan. I grinned. This would be payback at Dr. Geezum-Wheezum for messing with me.
"I have just the idea for you..."