Bianca

Bianca attempted to put on a brave face, but its paling gave away her fear. Across the room from her, the usually sweet Ashley nodded at her sister to make her rival pay. The little blonde burned with anger over the elder Zuccaro sister sending that suggestive message to her favorite cousin.

"I assume you will pick Dare, Bianca," Hannah guessed with a withering stare.

"N-No, I'll take Truth," Bianca stuttered, struggling to find her voice.

"Such a shame that you're not a brave fool like your big sis," Hannah remarked, condescendingly. "As I suspect that you take after Teresa in other ways, let's find a question to suit a person such as yourself."

Silence filled the room except for Hannah, muttering to herself ideas. Four times she shook her head at an idea and moved onto the next. Spliced into those discarded questions, Hannah leaned forward to speak but shut her mouth. The tension for Bianca and her friends became unbearable.

"Just ask the question, bitch!" Yelena snapped. Teresa immediately told her to shut up. The older Zuccaro didn't want Hannah further enraged at her sister.

"What's the most public place you fucked someone, and who was it?"

"I, uh, rode a guy in the backseat of his car, while in the parking lot of Alfred's," Bianca answered the first part of the question but not the second. Her eyes met Yelena's in worry.

"And who was the guy?" Hannah asked, over the cheers of several people at Bianca's audacity. Alfred's wasn't a place one could discreetly have sex in the parking lot.

"Rory," whispered Bianca.

"Coach Colcord!" exclaimed Trent.

"Damn, girl!"

"It's not like that!" Bianca protested. "This was before he started working at Azure Rocks High."

"Was this during or after I dated him?" Teresa challenged her sister, bringing oohs and ahhs from the circle.

"After, I swear!" Bianca swore to her sister, although she didn't say how long after.

"We are going to have a long talk tomorrow, little sister," Teresa informed her, ominously.

"Have a nice stay-at-home, Bianca," Ashley laughed.

That laughter wouldn't last long as Bianca spun the bottle and it stopped facing the one person she wanted more than anyone.

"Shit," Brandon groaned, as the bottle stared at him like a loaded gun.

"Whatever shall I ask," Bianca teased, her confidence racing back.

"Be very careful here, Bianca," Madison spoke, surprising the circle. "Make the wrong decision, and this game ends." She actually didn't care if the game ended, and would prefer if it did. The brunette mostly worried about how the next weeks or months at her house might be like if Brandon and Ashley were fighting.

"Truth or Dare, Bran?" Bianca smirked at Ashley's scowl.

"Take the Dare, Brandon," Trent urged.

"Trent!" Ashley gasped.

"No, let him put Bianca in her place," Trent explained.

Kessler liked the idea and agreed, but Winkie shook his head repeatedly. Charlie watched, tensing up. His sisters started to chant, "Dare."

"Truth."

"Such a lame move. No wonder you're dating Ashley, and never won the big game," the captain of the Honeybears commented. Both points raised the blood of others in the circle.

"Just get on with it," Ashley said with a sigh.

"What is my sexist feature that you desire?" Bianca asked.

"Don't answer that, Bran!" Ashley ordered.

"Ooh, nice one," Yelena complimented her friend.

"You have to answer it, Brandon. Sorry, Ash," Heather declared. "If not, then Brandon must perform a Dare of Bianca's choosing, or leave the game."

"What's the big deal, man?" Matt questioned.

"Tits," Brandon mumbled.

Ashley shot a hurt look at her boyfriend.

"What was that, Bran? I couldn't hear you."

"Your tits, Bianca! You happy now?"

"Yes, I am," Bianca responded, watching as Ashley glanced down at her smaller breasts in disappointment.

"I had to say something, babe. I'm sorry," Brandon apologized. "You know I love your perky breasts."

"Really? I doubt that. You're always asking when Hannah's grew larger," Ashley complained, folding her arms over chest.

"Looks like someone is in the doghouse," Matt pointed out.

"You should know. You're in everyone's doghouse," Sharon remarked.

"Nah, I got plenty of ladies that like a manly man like me, Lil' Miller," Matt emphasized his point by flexing his arm.

"Brandon, it's your turn to spin the bottle," Logan pointed out, hoping to shut up Matt. He'd never liked the guy's comments to Sharon, but she always assured him that she could handle her brother's friend.

Round and round the bottle spun. And round and round, it still rotated.

"Put a lot of anger into that spin, didn't you?" Meagan cracked.

"Aw, man, you better go easy on me," Trent told his close friend as the bottle pointed at him.

"No! No going easy on friends," Heather stated. "We want to have a good time."

"Then I choose Truth," Trent announced.

"Let's see," Brandon mulled over while rubbing his hands together. Realizing that he needed to help improve the mood in the room, he recalled the strange comments that Trent occasionally made during football games. The grin that came to his face worried his good friend.

"Bro, let's not do anything dumb."

"What's a weird fetish that you would try?" Brandon asked with a broad, evil grin.

"Wha...c'mon, bro," Trent groaned, dipping his head in disappointment. "That shit ain't right."

"You gotta answer the question," Brandon pointed out.

"That was just huddle talk, man. I wanted to keep guys loose," Trent defended whatever subject that Brandon knew.

"Do you know what they're talking about?" Delilah asked Kessler and Winkie.

"I'm on defense, but I think I know," Kessler said, trying not to laugh.

Winkie didn't know and said so.

"Time's a-wasting, Trent," Heather commented, pointing to an imaginary watch on her wrist.

"Dammit. A furry."

"What?!" Sharon spat out.

"Like screwing an animal?" Kevin questioned in disgust.

"No!" Trent denied.

"Man, you're one sick fuck," Matt stated.

"No, it's a culture where people are interested in anthropomorphic animal characters with human personalities and characteristics. To experience this, they dress up in animal costumes. It's quite normal," Poet rattled off.

"Are you into it?" Rebecca inquired nervously.

"I have considering partaking in it in the future."

Winkie covered his head at his cousin's response.

"It's not like that!" Trent protested. "I started joking around in the huddle that I wanted to dress up in the mascot's costume someday."

"And fuck who?" Carl questioned in disbelief. "The other team's mascot?"

"No, no, no! It started when we were losing to Black Well, and we started talking about how they had hot cheerleaders. I cracked a joke that I should grab the bear costume and bang a few of them on the sidelines. You know to freak out their team."

"The Black Well cheer squad is not hotter than ours," Sharon proclaimed angrily.

"Damn right," Heather agreed. Ashley nodded absentmindedly.

"Oh, wait for it," Brandon hinted.

"It became a running joke among the offensive huddle," Trent started to clarify.

"Oh, that's what you guys were always laughing about," Winkie said, finally understanding.

"It sorta kept getting more detailed and crazy. I needed to, as the guys wanted to hear more. So, I started making up what positions our cheerleaders would bet banged in," Trent continued.

"Trent!" Madison shrieked.

"I guess the cheer squad needs to make a trip to Disney World for a Mickey and friends gangbang," Bianca laughed.

"No, I never said you," Trent hurriedly told Madison. "And I never said Ashley!"

"Then, who?!" Sharon shrieked. Her anger shot up even higher as Trent refused to look at her.

"Oh. My. God." Heather said, not sure if she should find it horrifying or hilarious.

"I bet seeing that at the 50-yard line at halftime would be better than a Honeybear performance," Hannah joked.

"I wouldn't put it past you to offer to be the cheerleader," Teresa commented. "Special return performance."

"Uh, I sort of talked about being part of the dance performance in that way," Trent mumbled.

Delilah and Yelena gasped in horror, while Bianca threw a coaster at Trent.

"Is this why all my stuffed animals keep disappearing from my bedroom?" Tiara queried.

"No way!" Kessler barked out in laughter.

"This is your best friend?" Lindsey challenged her cousin.

"Only one of them," Brandon responded.

"I want him kept far away from me," Matt declared, pointing his shaking finger at Trent.

"I never...I swear I didn't, Ti," Trent protested.

"I know. I was just teasing," she revealed, sending the room into a roar of laughter.

Trent hung his head in shame.

"It's okay, I'm sure people in this room have even more fucked up fetishes," Meagan reassured him.

"It's not fucked up," Poet argued, but everyone ignored her.

"It was only a joke. You got to believe me," Trent pleaded.

"Sure thing, buddy," Brandon remarked, winking.

"I'm going to make you pay, Cole," Trent warned him. "And you too."

"What did I do?" Kessler questioned, holding his hands out.

"Okay, we don't have all day. Spin the bottle, Trent," Heather directed, and he did.

"Fuckity fuck!" Sharon moaned as the bottle stopped on her. "I am not dressing up in a costume or that for you," she said, pointing to the bearskin rug.

"Don't give him ideas," Carl hissed at his sister.

"No, he'd want to wear the rug," Kevin corrected.

"I told you it was a joke!" roared Trent.

"Geesh, calm down," Heather said.

"Dare."

"Really?" Trent and about half the circle questioned.

"A girl needs to live a little," Sharon replied. "Just remember what I said."

"Uh, okay," Trent nodded. All the ideas he'd had while sitting had suddenly vanished. It seemed as if his mind had gone blank. "Um..."

"Charlie, your phone," Logan reminded him. Sharon flashed a grin and wink at her secret lover.

"Any day now," Heather pressed, after about ninety seconds of silence.

Shit! Uh, what Dares have we done already? Teresa sent a suggestive message. And?

"Trent, hurry up!" Heather ordered.

"Uh, send a suggestive message to someone not here...AND a sexy picture!" Trent added as people started to accuse him of being unoriginal.

"A sexy pic too? I can definitely do that," Sharon said confidently, rising to her feet.

"Where are you going?" Trent asked in confusion.

"To the bathroom. A girl needs her privacy and a mirror."

During the long five minutes that the redhead was gone, Charlie resumed his bartending duties. The door to the bathroom just off the foyer opened a bit.

"Heather, I need you to zip me up."

That statement sent the room into a clamor.

When the captain and vice-captain of the cheer squad returned, Charlie started to move toward the redhead. Sharon held up her hand.

"Forget taking a video, I already did myself," she pressed send on her phone, and Charlie's chirped. "Oh, Trent, I took your Dare up a notch, and sent my suggestive message in video form."

"What did she send?" Matt eagerly wanted to know.

"Nuh-uh. You boys will need to wait for the film to come out," Sharon teased, adding an extra wiggle to her walk as she made her way to the wine bottle.

"Hey, you need to at least reveal who you sent it to," Teresa stated. "I did."

"I sent it to Westher."

"Gavin?" Ashley asked in shock.

"That's the only Westher I know."

"Hold up," Yelena commanded, stopping the redhead from spinning the bottle. "Why would you send that geek a sexy message?"

"It's none of your business, but he tutored me in chemistry last semester. So, I offered to tutor him in human biology," Sharon said, meeting Logan's eyes. As the bottle started to spin, she mouthed to him, "Your turn."

"Are you serious?" cried Sharon's next victim as the bottle stopped.