Author's note: Yes, I know this story has been on hiatus for a while. It did get a little "campy" so I'm trying to put the train back on the rails, so to speak. Hopefully, with this chapter, I'm beginning to do that. Happy reading! Please review with comments, or even ideas! I've been really stuck on this one for a while.

"Alright," Regina started, looking at Emma after the girl had asked for 'truth.' "Kinkiest thing you've ever done?"

"I haven't," Emma said with a shrug, just barely feeling the slow buzz of the alcohol. "I've never had consensual sex before you."

Belle, relatively tipsy, felt her stomach drop as she thought about Emma having sex with someone else, but she said nothing and waited for Regina's response. Neither of them dared to comment on the implications of what Emma had said. So the woman said nothing and looked at Belle, nodding for her to go next.

"Okay, Regina. Truth or dare."

"Dare."

"Five shots, and don't throw it up."

Regina laughed and shook her head.

"Oh, honey. I can hold my liquor."

She downed them like a pro, not missing a beat as each one slipped smoothly down into her stomach.

"Wow," Emma gawked.

"I spent a lot of my time drinking," Regina confessed. "Bet you didn't know that about me."

"No. I... I never would have guessed."

"I have plenty of secrets, Emma. It's your job to find them."

"Not if I find them first!" Belle laughed, leaning back and supporting herself with her hands.

Drunk after a few more dares and shots, Regina sat down on the bed between the two girls and wrapped an arm around each of them.

"Truth or dare, Regina," Emma asked, looking at her with a tipsy grin.

"Truth."

"Why did you start drinking?"

Without being prompted, Regina took a swig straight from the bottle.

"I was raped," the doctor said. Emma opened her mouth to speak, but Regina warned, "Don't," so she turned to Belle and waited.

"Emma," Belle started cautiously, "truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Have you ever had a sex daydream in class?"

"Absolutely! Who hasn't?"

Belle laughed and nodded her head, saying, "I guess you're right."

"Who did you think about?" Emma asked curiously.

"Not your turn, Emma," Belle laughed. "It's Regina's."

"Belle," Regina said with a smile, "truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Have you ever been drunk before?"

Belle shook her head and looked away, embarrassed. Until then, she'd been completely straight-laced, never getting into trouble or causing problems for her parents. Suddenly, with Emma, her inhibitions seemed to melt away. Of course, the alcohol helped the process along.

"Okay. Now you can go, Emma," Regina told the blonde, nodding.

"Regina, truth or dare."

"Hmm... I guess... Dare. I'm tired of answering questions."

"I dare you to shove that shot glass up your ass."

The three of them burst into a fit of laughter, then they all covered their mouths to muffle the sound.

"I changed my mind," Regina giggled. "Truth."

"Why do you love me?"

Regina was taken aback by this as she looked over at Belle, who had flinched at the question. When Emma looked too and saw this, she blushed.

"Sorry," she mumbled. "Nevermind."

"No. It's okay. Answer her, Regina. I want to hear this, too."

"Because you make me feel things I've never felt before."

"That's so cliché," Emma laughed. "You're full of shit."

"I mean it. I've never been able to love before you. I've always been... closed off. You make me want to open up and be honest."

"Is that why we're playing this?" Emma asked.

"Yes. I want you to have a chance to open me up a little, and I wanted to get to know Belle."

Regina smiled at the other brunette and leaned back against the wall.

"I like you, kid," Regina teased Belle.

The girl shook her head and rolled her eyes, saying, "I'm not a kid."

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry. Young lady then."

"Anyway," Emma interjected. "Whose turn is it?"

"You go, Belle," Regina offered.

Belle looked to Emma.

"Emma, truth or dare."

"Dare."

"I dare you to tell Regina why you love her too."

Emma sighed.

"Are you sure, Belle? I know you don't want to listen to this."

"I want to hear this. I need to know."

With another sigh, Emma answered, "Something happened to me a while ago that made me think I'd never love anyone. When I met Regina-" Emma looked at her lover "-I melted. I changed my mind. Why it was her, I don't know. I can't really explain it. I guess she just makes something inside me want to trust again." After a pause, she continued, "You do, too, Belle."

Nearly falling over as she tried to lean to the side, Emma wrapped her arms around Belle and hugged her tightly. Neither could see it, but Regina was smiling. But suddenly, Emma pulled away, holding her stomach.

"Guys," she groaned. "I think I'm gonna-"

"Shit," Regina hissed, jumping off the bed and scooping the girl into her arms. "She's gonna get sick. Belle, get the door."

Doing as she was told, Belle jumped up and opened the bedroom door, then hurried down the hallway and flung open the bathroom door as well.

Regina set the girl down in front of the toilet, holding back her hair. As soon as she leaned over, Emma threw up into the bowl.

"Oh, baby," Regina sighed. "I'm so sorry. This was such a stupid, immature idea. I never should've let you drink."

She looked as if she might cry.

Emma lifted her head and moaned, "No. It's fine. I'm fi-"

Then, she threw up again. And again.

Belle rubbed her back as Regina held her hair until the heaving finally stopped about twenty minutes later. Then, Emma blacked out. Regina carried her into the bedroom, gently placing her on the bed, and looked to Belle.

"You two take the bed. I'll sleep on the floor. I'll go to the liquor store in the morning and replace the whiskey. You stay here with her."

"No way," Belle protested, stepping away from the bed.

"It's okay, honey. Really, I don't mind. You both should get some rest."

With a sigh, Belle cautiously slipped into the bed beside her friend and looked over at Emma as she slept.

"Is she gonna be okay?" Belle asked Regina.

"She'll be fine, sweetie. She'll sleep it off, have a hangover in the morning, and be alright. As long as we cover for her, we won't have an issue."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

Regina took a few blankets from the closet and made herself a pallet on the floor where she laid down, shut her eyes, and took deep breaths.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Belle asked, "So how did you two meet anyway?"

Startled, Regina mumbled, "It's a long story. For another day."

Belle accepted this and shut her eyes as well. Only when she saw Emma roll over and wrap and arm around Belle's waist did Regina feel a slight pang of jealousy.

"You really love her, don't you?" Belle asked into the darkness.

"Yes," Regina answered softly. "Yes, I do."