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“Muuurdoc, you have to do it well, hai? Or it doesn’t count!” Noodle said between drunk giggles. “Pffft… Wag your tail and all… B-bark a little!”
And there he was, an angry and embarrassed old bassist walking around on all fours, glaring at everyone in the room. The crew had gathered in the living room for some family time, and after eating and (specially) drinking, they settled on a good ol’ Truth or Dare game. It had started about 40 minutes earlier, and the questions and dares were getting funnier and funnier as the buzzed four laughed their asses off. Right now it was Murdoc’s turn, evidently, and he was dared by Russel to act like a dog for two minutes, which included walking around and letting everyone pet and play with him.
“Well, at least he’s got the growling spot on” the drummer said, his voice in a higher pitch than usual for laughing so hard while petting the mop of black hair, making the satanist even more furious. He moved on along the circle, now in front of the singer, who was quite literally rolling on the floor hugging his torso with both arms as tears of excitement rolled down his face.
2D gathered himself as best as he could, looking at Murdoc sitting in front of him and staring back with the most annoyed expression ever. He sat down, now fully facing him and brought a hand between the both of them, palm facing up.
“Give paw!” he said before bursting into a fit of giggles again. He was lost in his own little world when suddenly a strong pain took over his fingers.
“AAAaaaaaAAHH JESUS FUCK, MURDOC”
“Alright, time’s up.” was the simple reply, as the former dog now moved to sit back on his spot, next to the startled singer.
“Did ya fuckin’ BITE me hand?!”
“No one said I had to be a good dog, dullard.” he said with a big smirk on his face.
“Okay, okay guys, let’s move on. Murdoc, do the honours.” the young guitarist said. He promptly moved forward and spinned the bottle of beer on the floor, which landed pointing to a very oblivious singer who was still massaging his hand, lulling the pain away.
“Ha! Perrrrrrfect. Okay, pretty boy. Are ya ready?”
“Oh no, from you?!” Black eyes widened in fear of what would be suggested for him to do.
“Yeah, me. Truth or dare?”
“Uh. Dare?--”
“--Well chosen.”
“NO WAIT! I MEANT TRUTH! TRUTH!”
“Nah, too late faceache, you can’t change it!”
“Uh actually I think he can.” Russel calmly pointed out.
“Shuddup lard arse!” he yelled back before turning to the bluenette with a grin. “Alright… I want ya to… do push-ups until it’s yer turn again.”
Stuart stared at him for a few seconds, clearly expecting something a lot worse. Something either painful, extremely embarrassing or sexual. Hell, maybe a combination of these. But simple push-ups? C’mon.
“Um. Okay?” he said in confusion while getting into position. It seemed just… too easy. Noodle and Russel merely exchanged looks for a moment before shrugging and moving on. Russel then moved forward, reaching for the bottle.
“Aiight, I’ll spin it for you since you’re... busy.”
He did so, and the bottle now pointed at Noodle.
“Noooooo” she whined and then went back to giggling yet again - clearly having had too much alcohol tonight.
“Uh… O-okay Noods…” the singer began, now beginning to struggle to speak because of his push-ups.
“How’s yer workout goin’, huh?” the bassist amusedly interrupted, very pleased with watching his mate suffer.
“Sh-shut the… fuck up” he replied before directing his attention to the guitarist again. “T-truth or… dare?”
She started grinning lazily before saying a single word, looking at all of them. Murdoc merely rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Satan, she’s gonna say it again.”
Her grin widened even more. “It’s -- pffft… It’s daaaaare!” and then burst out hysterically for the umpteenth time that night. Sure, it was funny the first couple of times, but she was way too tipsy now and apparently had decided to choose dare every single time now, so everyone just ignored the joke this time.
“Okay… P-post sumthing... embarrassing online… and uh, leave it for at least... f-five minutes.”
“Ohhhhhhh that’s a nice one, man!” the drummer exclaimed while bringing his own bottle of beer up and taking another long sip.
The young woman glared at him, even though she was still smiling somehow, which made for the weirdest expression imaginable, and picked up her phone. “Aww damn… what do I have to post?”
“Y-your choice luv, jus’... jus’ has ta be embarrassing.” he breathed out, his thin arms slightly shaking.
She thought about it for a bit before raising her eyebrows up and blurting out “Oh!! Oh I know! Hang on, I got this.” She typed for a few seconds, holding back her laughs as if she was pulling a prank on someone else rather than on herself.
“There. I just tweeted it.”
They all picked up their phones, except for 2D of course, being still, well... busy.
“HOLY SHIT! Babygirl, are you sure you want that online?” the drummer asked, trying hard not to crack up while Murdoc simply laughed his ass off.
“Wot is it?! Hah… W-wot did… she write?” the blue-haired man asked, now really having a hard time and beginning to sweat, finally starting to understand the punishment that the bassist set upon him.
“You’ll see. There’re probably screenshots around Tumblr already.” the satanist replied.
“Ohhhh shit I forgot they would do that.” Noodle said, just now realizing that being famous also meant that tons of followers would instantly see and spread any content all over the internet.
“F-fine, you… you can delete it then…” the singer decided, and everyone agreed to bend the rules a little. It would be forever registered anyway. She deleted the tweet not even a couple of minutes after posting it and then spinned the bottle on the floor.
2D stared at it with such intensity while it spinned, wishing very hard for his dare to come to an end. ‘Please be me, please be me, please be--’
His thoughts were interrupted when it landed on Russ instead. He groaned and collapsed on the floor, only to be immediately nudged by Murdoc. “Na-ah-ah! Until yer next turn~”
Only an angry mumble was heard as he shakily repositioned himself and continued, much slower than before.
“Russ! What will it be?~”
“I’ll stick to truth this time. Don’t wanna do any shit outside again.”
“Oookay, let’s see… mmm… Oh I know, something simple.” Her behaviour was clearly changing to a more quieter tone by now, probably going from happy-drunk to sentimental-drunk. “So, if you were marooned on an island for, let’s say, a few months... which one of us would you choose to keep you company?”
The shaking singer murmured quietly “Heh, I know who I w-wouldn’t choose…”
“Wot wos that, faceache?!”
“I didn’ s-say it’s you!” he exclaimed before lowering his head and mumbling “but it is” giggling breathlessly while doing his exercise, before suddenly feeling extremely heavy as Murdoc’s hand laid flat across his back, adding pressure down to make it more difficult for him. He collapsed again, groaning at him.
“S-sod off Murdoc, ‘s not fair!”
The drummer stared at the two idiots for a few moments before deciding. “Guess that’s easier than I thought. I’d pick Noods, hands down.”
“Heeey, wot does that mean?!” came the protest from the singer.
“Awww thanks Russ!” she said happily and leaned forward to give him a tight hug.
“Alright, alright, move on then ya idiots.” the satanist complained. After ruffling Noodle’s hair a bit, Russel reached forward and spinned the bottle, which landed, thankfully for 2D, on him.
“YES! Fuckin’ finally.” he said, lying down on his stomach, face planted on a pillow on the floor.
“So, D! What do you choose?”
He thought about it for a few seconds, scared to get another bad dare but also excited because most of them were fun to do anyways.
“I guess I’ll go with dare again.” He smiled and sat up properly, waiting for what Russel would tell him to do.
The big guy eyed him up and down before briefly looking at the bassist, who was evidently proud of the results his dare had on poor 2D. It then clicked for him. Russ smirked at his own idea and then put up a serious face and cleared his throat.
“Well, D… your dare will be…” he paused for dramatic effect.
Everyone was looking expectantly at Russel, knowing he usually had some of the most funny questions and dares in the group.
“... to make out with Murdoc there, tongue and all, for uh… 10 seconds is fine?” he asked the last part while looking at Noodle. Her face brightened up, eyes wide and mouth pulling a big grin. “Ohhh that’s the best one, Russ! Yeah, I think 10 seconds is enough~”
The colour on both their faces washed out as they remained unresponsive for a few moments before lunging forward and bursting complaints at the same time.
“THAT’S NOT EVEN MY FUCKIN’ DARE YA IDIOT WHY THE HELL DO YA THINK I SH--”
“OH FUCK NO RUSS PLEASE I CAN DO MORE PUSH-UPS I-I CAN DO ANYTHING PLEASE JUS--”
Noodle stood up calmly, walking over to the two angry babblers and slapped them both at the back of their heads, effectively quieting them down. “Just man up and do a simple challenge, okay boys? It’s just 10 seconds, give me a break.” she said, before smiling sweetly and walking back to her spot.
The pair looked at each other briefly, before sighing and giving in.
“Ye’ll have a revenge fer this, Russ” 2D muttered, frowning.
“Whatever, man!” he grinned, not really worried, and turned to the guitarist. “This gon’ be precious!”
“Fine, let’s get this over with, faceache.”, ignoring when 2D quietly mumbled “shit” under his breath and he leaned forward, but paused looking to his side to the other two “Are ya counting?”.
“Yeah, yeah, in our heads.” the drummer said dismissively.
The satanist looked at the singer again, those huge black pits staring back at him while biting his lip. They both leaned forward slowly, heartbeats loud while they closed their eyes.
As soon as their lips touched, they both felt their chests tigthening, heartbeats thumping even faster. They didn’t see the amused expressions on their mates’ faces. They didn’t hear their howls and laughs. The dare laid forgotten in the back of their minds as soon as they parted lips and their tongues touched.
A rough hand moved up to the back of the singer’s head, deepening the kiss while the other grabbed the collar of his shirt to pull him close. The kiss grew more and more passionate as they both explored each other’s mouths eagerly, their arms soon wrapping around their necks and waists tighter.
Meanwhile, the other two wiped tears from intense laughing and Noodle desperately went to grab her phone to register the moment before time was up. As she was hastily grabbing the phone on the floor, Russel’s grin weakened and he raised one eyebrow in confusion when he looked back at the other two to find them very enthusiastically making out.
He knew the 10 seconds had just now gone by, but instead of saying anything he nudged the guitarist with his elbow while she was setting the camera and giggling, and she looked at him. He gestured in Murdoc and 2D’s direction with his head and they quietly observed the two.
“Should we tell them it’s over?” he whispered to her.
“I… don’t know, I’m kinda curious.” she replied in a quiet voice. “They, uh… they seem very into it.” She took a picture anyway, knowing she apparently didn’t have to hurry at all.
The singer and the bassist were grabbing each other tight, breathing hard through their noses and making very quiet little noises at the back of their throats, when they were interrupted by two distinctive voices clearing up their throats exaggeratedly loud.
They pulled apart in a hurry, faces completely flushed as they stared at each other and at the two on their side with widened eyes.
“Sorry to interrupt the lovebirds but uh, do you still want to continue the game?” Russel smirked at them.
“Wha… FUCK, DENTS. Got a bit too excited there, huh? Satan…” he yelled at the blushing man while trying to fix his wrinkled shirt - completely unaware of the distinct pink tint over his cheeks.
“ARE YA CRAZY? Ya were fuckin’ snogging me as if I was one of yer birds or sumthing!”
“I WAS TRYIN’ TA PULL AWAY, dammit! Ya were gripping me hard, ya needy soddin’ bastard!”
“NEEDY?! You were the one grabbing me by me waist and pulling me in! If anyone was tryna pull away, that was ME!”
“Yeah right, ANYONE could clearly see--”
“Actually” the young woman began, making them all stop and look at her. “As spectators… we can securely say you were BOTH veeeery into it.”. Russel simply nodded at her words.
“I WAS DEFINITELY NOT FUCKIN’ INTO IT--”
“NO NO NO GUYS YOU GOT THE WRONG ID--”
“Okay, enough!” Russel interrupted. “Let’s just leave it like that, aiight? It was a dare, you did it uh, very well, and it’s now over. We don’t need to have a whole discussion about it, so quit ya bitchin, y’all.”
“Yeah, I agree. You know, maybe we can call it a night, yeah? Boy, that was fun! We should do this more often.”
“Dun’ wanna…” the bluenette mumbled quietly. The bassist stood up, grumbling under his breath as he walked out of the living room without saying another word.
“I gotta go. Night, guys” the singer hurriedly said before walking away in the opposite direction of the satanist, eager to avoid any questions from those two about what just happened.
“Night~”
“Sweet dreams!”