A Classic Game

"Well, I think it's sweet of you!" Trish concludes, sipping her Whisky. "I couldn't do it, I'm shitty at keeping secrets, I'd let something slip!" She ponders.

Elise tries to explain further. "It didn't feel like a secret, or lying, it felt more like I was just making people avoid the truth. Which is bad in its own way, but worth it if it keeps everyone safe." Taking a sip of her drink. "We're being far too serious, let's play a drinking game!" I knew it. This is how I die.

Rouge lurches forwards, her grin still covering her face. "Let's!" She agrees. Oh God. What's she thinking? "How about truth or dare?"

How. About. What?

Trish smiles, clearly amused at the idea. "Have we fallen into one of Elise's films? Are we also going to have a pillow fight and compare tits?" Thank fuck. They're not going to bite.

"I don't think any of us could compare to you!" Rouge jokes, "But you said you were bad at secrets, I figured you'd have an advantage." Nice try, but there's no way Trish would fall for obvious flattery.

"Alright, I'm in!" She admits, leaning forwards.

I underestimated the effect of Whisky.

"I'll play, but how do we make it a drinking game?" Elise concurs, looking to Rouge with curiosity. I'm outvoted.

"Easy." Rouge explains. "You choose a person, they pick Truth or Dare, if they pick Truth they drink, dare, you drink. Unless they can't do the dare, then they down their drink."

"Aah!" Trish exclaims. "So it's like a risk, truths are easier, but you have to drink, dares are harder, but if you do it you can take a break." Unless you fuck up. I usually find a way to fuck up. It's my superpower. What is Rouge thinking? Get me to pick Truth so I have to out myself? **** me to admit I like one or the other? i thought we were on the same side now?

"Are you joining us?" Asks Elise, her big eyes looking toward my concerned face. I can't let this happen. I have to come up with an excuse not to play.

"Sure!" What? That's not an excuse, why did I say that? Am I an Idiot?

"Good!" She replies. "Then you can go first!" She adds, a sneaky smile spreading across her face. Fuck.

Apparently this is now happening. I decide to play it safe. If Rouge's plan has to do with Elise not having a boyfriend, then the best idea is not to go for either of them, that leaves Trish. Or is that was Rouge was hoping for? Damn it. This is meant to be a game. Nothing for it, I've got to make a move.

"Alright, Trish, truth or dare?" I ask. Here goes nothing.

"Ooh... Truth!" She decides, expectantly. This is the hard part, what do I ask? The horny part of my brain has a bunch of idea, none of them a good idea, the rest of my brain has nothing. Horny it is, I guess.

"Alright..." I confirm, thinking. "When was the last time you touched yourself?" Yep. That's the best I've got.

"Easy, on my free period earlier." Trish admits, taking a drink. The rest of us can't contain our shock at this revelation. "What? I had a bunch of time and ran out of homework, not like the teachers are checking the stalls!" She explains, revelling in our surprise. Even Rouge seems impressed with Trish's moxie. "Alright, my turn." Trish announces. "Elise, truth or dare?"

"Hmm... Dare!" Elise quickly decides.

"In that case... Lose the T-shirt!" Trish dares her. Causing an instant look of shock on all of our faces.

"I'm not wearing a bra!" Elise protests. Trish is now my hero.

"Did I stutter?" She retorts, smiling, gesturing towards Elise's drink, knowing there's no chance Elise would go that far. Sadly for me, she's right. Elise gulps down her full glass of wine. Really quickly. That's actually pretty impressive. She puts her glass down, catches her breath, and fills it back up. That was a lot. I know the alternative was going topless, but still, she drank that even more desperately than I would.

"Rouge..." Elise states breathlessly.

"Truth." My sister responds immediately. I can't believe I didn't figure this out sooner. Rouge doesn't care about admitting things, and she likes drinking. She's invincible in this game. Cheeky bitch!

Elise looks in her direction, a look of thought on her face, looks like she might've figured out Rouge's invulnerability, and settles for something easy. "How many people have you had sex with?"

"3" Rouge answers without pause. "An ex-boyfriend and a couple of guys I met at party."

"Party? As in singular?" Trish asks, apparently reaching the same conclusion as me and Elise.

"Yep. Though, they were as interested in each other as they were in me. Maybe that only counts as one?" Rouge answers shamelessly. What is Rouge's life? How did I think she was the innocent one out of us two? I don't have time to contemplate it. I know what comes next. She's going to target me, and no matter what I choose I'm stuck. "Trish, truth or dare?"

What?

"I'll go for dare this time!" Trish decides after a brief deliberation.

Rouge's decision takes much less time. "I dare you to kiss Scarlet."

God. Fucking. Damn. it.

I thought maybe I'd assumed too much, that Rouge was just gonna play it like a game. Not play me. That's what I get for trusting her.

"Alright!" Trish answers, nonplussed. "It's cute you think that'd stop me though!" She adds, matching Rouge's smirk, and making her way towards me.

I can't think. I don't know what to think. Do I stop her? Do I want to stop her? Does she really want to do this? Is that what Rouge is telling me? is she just trying to push me? Does she think this'll somehow turn Trish gay? Does she know something I don't? Is she trying to tell me this is as close as I'll get? What is-

And then the questions stop.

And the fear stops.

And all I can feel are her lips on mine. No sights. No sounds. Just the feel of our lips pressing together. The feeling of her hands on the sides of my face. She tastes like liquorice. She smells like strawberries. She doesn't stop. I feel her tongue press against my mouth, opening my lips. I can't stop myself from opening my mouth to receive her. Our tongues dance together like an intricate ballet. Each contact sending ripples through my mouth. Like puddles in the rain.

And then she pulls away. I'm back in the room. And I have no idea what just happened.

"That good enough?" Trish asks. Yes. Definitely. More please.

"I just said kiss, no one dared you to face-fuck her!" Rouge laughs.

Oh yeah. Rouge is in the room. Elise too. What just happened?

"Well, always good to give it your all, maybe give me something more difficult next time!" Trish responds, returning to her seat. I need to wake up. Is this what **** does?

I look to Rouge, she gives me a slight shrug. A shrug. What the fuck does a shrug mean!?