II. Drinking Games [Sunday 2nd, Evening]

20:46:43 Mila either judged the loch's iced over surface a little unsafe for play just yet, or she'd forgotten her earlier statements that she would be there. Anyone who knew the lass would likely assume it was the latter of the two. Ironic, wasn't it, that a Seer would be so forgetful? A whimsical thing, she had all but been distracted as a few of the seniors – fifth and six years alike, had mentioned they were headed for the Meth Lab. The lab was more or less a gift passed on from generations of seniors to the years that would follow, once their time at Hex had come to an end. Located in a dip of the forest that met the end of a great, wooded hill was a cavern. The cave in itself was carved out by nature an age ago, and it's entrance was conveniently hidden by thick brush and foliage that was easily pressed back to reveal the secrets within. Students had placed menial hexes upon their club to keep it from common knowledge. Some sound-proofed the cavern, others were illusionary hexes that simply kept the cavern, even when the vegetation was pulled aside, invisible to the eye of anyone other than those invited amongst their midst. The cavern was about the size of a classroom, dominated by the centred rocks that circled the fire pit. Around it, were various items of furniture – love seats, recliners and an odd stool or two. The mismatched décor was part of the charm. A clever past student had even conjured an Ether-running refrigerator which was stocked with various drinks purchased from the black market, some of the alcohol, energy and fizzy variety. Various snacks were kept in a cupboard and the walls were littered with posters and graffiti from generations of delinquents. The students oft came for a game or two. Cards, dares, even I have never. There was no end to the cray-cray that occurred in these safe walls. Most seniors were welcome but some were oblivious to the Meth Lab, psychotic freaks, ferals, nerds and antisocial lemons were all left aside. Mila could be found in the lab, sprawled on her back across a patchwork chaise. One leg hung off the end and swung lazily, whilst her hand fed a long, gummi python into her parted cherry-stained lips. A plaid red skirt reached mid thigh, the hem brushing over opaque black stockings which tucked into her equally ebony ankle boots. She wore a simple, figure-hugging black sweater to match. A little poorly dressed? No, for the cavern was kept at a cosy temperature through hexes and the coat and beret she had arrived in were tossed on a hook jammed into the rock wall. Where was everyone?


20:52:57 Emri refused to acknowledge the cave as nothing more than that: a cave. One misslip of the Meth Lab and the majority of the upperclassmen were likely to be whipped. Throughout the day, word had spread of a little shindig to be held at the resort. Arriving at the entrance of the Lab, Emri hesitates for a moment as he reaches out against - to any wandering eyes - was the face of a large boulder. It gives way and any possible doubt he had of being uninvited (as though the great Emri wasn't invited; hah!) whisk away. A warm breeze that fights against the natural cold smacks across his face in welcome, and his lips peel back into a grand smile. Though relatively empty for the time being, it was only a matter of time before the students started gathering and the fun began. " What did Vostok want with you? " he asks out, having spotted the lone student within the cave, Mila, almost immediately. He meanders over to the small fridge and pops it open, working out a simple drink before turning and sitting on one of the few loveseats haphazardly placed about the cave. His eyes, once hovering over his Masquerade sweetheart, fall to the unlit firepit; its clear by the gaze alone that he's contemplating setting it ablaze if for no reason other than lubricating the gears. Unlike Jake, there weren't many nights where elementals were allowed free roam of the Institute. He had to seize any and all opportunitues there were to show-off.


21:15:44 Mila didn't bother removing a drink from the refrigerator, it was likely that drinking games were to be had, even in the daylight hours – for it was seldom that a number of students risked their hides by all sneaking out on the same occasion for a late night romp in the METH LAB. Sometimes there was enough time after a quick dinner, or a skipped one favour of snack foods, to spend the early evening in the clubhouse. When Emri entered, the girl who had lowered half the gummi snake into her mouth bit, pulled and chewed before answering, “Manhandled and grub duty for forgetting to return some dumb book.” Well, that wasn't the entire story but it was her version and notably missing a few bitchy remarks that sprung to mind about Dietrich just wanting to spend time with her alone in the bathing pools, aka the newly appointed rape dungeon. Annoyed even as she was, it wasn't in her style to be more than necessarily rude, even if the man had taken the grimoire from her. Her crystalline gaze sidled casually toward him, though she seemed notably unwilling to lock eyes with her Masquerade sweetheart. There was still the unease she felt around him, and she found herself constantly wondering if whether or not she had been the only one he treated to the flamboyant wooing during the night. Usually the easy-going, ever confident lass would never had considered such self-conscious thoughts and yet, she couldn't help but to think he would think her an overreacting, dramatic bore. Play it cool, Mila. With just the two of them in the lab it was a little too cozy for comfort, and her heart took to a panicked beat beneath the ascent and descent of her breast. “So...” Her voice was fairly high pitched, likely the fault of her height. It carried a slight purr and her accent was barely Australian beneath years of seclusion in a British school. “Do you like, know what's on today? A game?” Truth or dare was always interesting. Four Kings would leave them obliterated with intoxication, pyramid left at least one poor targeted individual obliterated and and the list went on.

21:28:15 [Emri] Manhandled, did she say? Legs spread out at his front, Emri is soon drawn back into the comfort of the seat, with space on either side of him for any daring bodies. He had noticed the haste of Dietrich the other day, but thought nothing more of it than a need to punish her for a crime she had managed to slip away with. " Guy's serious about his books, " he idly comments, and though it draws a silent laugh from himself, he doubts it'll do the same for her. The fifth-year made himself laugh more often than he did others. He runs a freehand through his dark locks, tossing them to either side as he contemplates the question. " Didn't know they had anything planned, " he'd begin. They being the collective whole he unknowingly considered higher along the unofficial hierarchy in play among the students. " Figured we'd all get together, throw some ideas around, and figure out then how it is we wanna get shitfaced. " After all, was that not the ever-implied conclusion to their antics within the cave? A fun time and the inability to remember the details the morning after. Ah, yes, fun times.

21:41:16 Chase` was bundled up. Wearing a beenie over his black curls, a black button-down jacket with a pair of gloves to keep his hands warm, his usual jeans, though these ones were different. They were a good deal cleaner than most of the others he wore, though they were the sky blue of faded jeans rather than the deep blue of a brand new pair. He also wore his usual steel-toed work boots as he tramped through the woods. He rubbed his gloved hands together and pushed aside a thick hedge of thornbushes and passed through before letting them return to their natural position. He was headed out to the Meth Lab, and though his visits to the place were few and far between, and he almost never got wasted, but it was a good place to just chill out and relax away from the walls of Hex. He moved around to the cave entrance and he entered the cave, moving right through the illusions that protected the place. He was already tugging off his gloves when he looked up to see Mila and Emri already sitting there, chatting about books or something. He offered a cheery grin at the both of them and tucked his gloves in his pockets, "Hey ya'll. I guess I haven't missed much, eh?" He began unbuttoning his jacket. Once it was undone he pulled off the iron gray beenie and stuffed it into his jacket pocket, which he then shrugged out of and hung up on one of the hooks. He'd move to one of the couches and drop down onto one of them, looking between the two, "So, what's the topic? I heard something about someone loving books."

21:50:36 Jake peeled away the bandage upon his neck, revealing the perfectly unmarked peach skin beneath. Running rough fingers across his shoulder, the skin smooth to his touch, any evidence of the previous night’s injuries had vanished. It was great what a few hours of rest could do for a Were. The carnage of the night before and the conclusion was still heavy in his thoughts. He knew Christian, sure the pair didn’t get a long, a clash of two Alpha males, but he didn’t wish for his death, nor did he think he would be the one to bring it. Slipping on some denim jeans and chest clad in a plain black sweater, the wolf was ready to get his ass out of the hospital wing. With the tormenting thoughts and flashes of the night before, he knew what he wanted. A nice stiff drink. Where did a senior go when he wanted something strictly off the menu? The Meth Lab. It wouldn’t take long for Jake to catch his bearings, manoeuvring through the corridors of the institute at his leisure making a bee line for the secluded seniors spot. Pushing his way through the entrance to the school grounds, met by the chilling cool breeze of the evening air, Jake strolled the path towards the groundskeepers quarters and the tree line of the forest. Along his way he ran into a familiar face. None other than fellow Tritus student Erinn. “What’s the rush? Are you heading to the Meth Lab?“ He would ask coolly, knowing she was one of the few fifth years allowed to enter the hexed grounds.<e>

21:58:39 Erinn didn't like being locked in for the full moon night, but it was necessary, so ast night she'd just spent her time reading and writing a bit and today she'd mosied. She had been ready to go crazy from being inside all day so she headed out, almost in a rush to get outside, like the doors might close on her and trap her indoors with no escape at any moment. She had on a pair of dark jeans, a charcoal sweater was worn that fit her petite figure nicely, black ballet flats were on her feet. She almost ran into Jake as she made her way out and laughed as she saw him and almost skidded to a halt as she hit the breaks and fell in step beside him. She grinned a bit at him, " Well I was headed anywhere but locked away in the common room, really.. Why, you headed to the Meth Lab, darling?" she would ask with a quirked brow as she pushed her dark hair out of her face and stormy blue eyes looked him over. She breathed otu a soft sigh as she walked alongside him, glad to have some company on her little adventure this afternoon. "How did things go last night?" she asked him as she glanced over at him a moment before looking around at their surroundings as they got near the treeline of the forest. The fresh air was great, it made her feel alive and free instead of imprisoned and constricted.

22:03:12 Mila 's brow arched. “Apparently.” She stretched some in the sprawl upon her back, and fed herself a raspberry gummi snake. “You know what it's like at the lab. Always a game.” As for getting shitfaced, though the brunette often had herself a drink or two, she had never gotten quite so rowdy as the others. Honestly, at all. Something in her was daring to be a little more adventurous today, and her eyes cast thoughtfully toward the miniature bar found in and beside the refrigerator. All of a sudden Chase was joining them and she was offering him a wave from her perch. “Hey Muddles. Haven't missed a thing.” As many of the student's hadn't received a lot of sleep would mean many were catching up on their rest, or simply staying in at Hex rather than braving the cold for a trek to the lab. Mila didn't expect more than a handful of them, but that suited her fine. “Mm no topic. Just Mr Vostok being a Russian Nazi.” Because that made sense.

22:14:08 Jer had spent the entirety of his morning sleeping in. And in. And. In. For as it were, his mind had been feeding him far too much information to outright refuse. And while this may sound like a perfectly reasonable excuse for someone to string together a series of escapist naps, the truth of the matter is that slumber was the actual conduit for these visions. In other words, he'd indulged it. He wasn't going to forsake the spell simply because his roommates (and all other normal people) had already risen, dressed, and headed to breakfast. Unfortunately, he'd have to pay for his decision - and he does so in a few ways. For one, the seer's metaphysical adventure had left him in poor shape once he couldn't stay under covers any longer. Paradoxically exhausted, he felt more akin to a zombie once he'd shambled out of bed. Furthermore, he'd taken on quite the amount of raw time material into his brain, coercing the poor organ to work to the breaking point in order to digest it all; his mind is thus dull and near death, brushed with a faint hint of a pending headache. Lastly, he had indeed missed breakfast. Though this doesn't directly affect him now, he'll nevertheless be feeling the hunger pangs later on. So, what does he do? First he pulls himself together. (That's important.) Then he compiles himself - clean up, dress, prep to face the day. Better late than never, he finally leaves both room and the Tritus house behind, pushing up the sleeves of his V-necked, stormy blue-grey sweater as he goes. Apart from the spare pajama pants he'd donned, assumed underwear, and the slippers on his feet, one might guess that there hadn't been any other elements to complete this masterpiece that now wanders the halls. So, where does he go? While he can't rightly say why or how he'd come to arrive, he's nonetheless sinking down against a wall of the library, soon to sit right beside Trix (though with his legs sprawled out ahead of him, not neat and folded proper like hers were). "Mornin," he greets, except with shut eyes and his head rested back against their mutual support. Yeah, he's definitely prepared to seize the day.

22:15:39 [Emri] As Chase enters, Emri offers him a simple raise of his drink - some soda - in a simple greeting. Surprisingly, they had only met a day prior, but it was enough for Emri to build a casual enough friendship off of. " Yes, Dietrich, " he adds on, " We're just waiting for a few more faces before this party kicks off. " Allowing a silence to fall over his end, then, he leans forward and pushes himself off from the loveseat, edging closer to the unfueled firepit before he's eventually kneeling down beside it. From one of his pockets a simple zippo is sought out - a necessary tool for the fifth-year. With a careful hand he reaches down through the dried logs and strikes the fire alive against the gathered kindle. There would be no waiting for the flames to progress from their infant state, however; almost immediately thereafter they unnaturally grow and augment out along the logs, growing a heat necessary to more easily catch a grip along the wood. A few moments pass where Emri focuses on the fire to ensure it catches before he slowly falls back onto his ass, leaning against the rocks that circled the warming pit. He had disposed of any outer layers when he first entered, so the heat against his bare arms felt good.

22:27:29 Chase` rolled his eyes as Mila called him Muddles. Kinda just a facepalm moment. He shook his head at her, tossing a pillow at her, "I asked you not to call me that. I get enough of it whenever Brigitte spots me." The name sprung up, likely, from the fact that he was an earth mage and most of his clothes were stained with dirt and grass. Just because he was a farm boy from Iowa didn't mean that they had to throw at him every time he turned around. He nodded to Emri's response, "Ah, yes. Father Russia." He watched as Emri went to start the fire and then glanced between him and Mila, "Yeesh. I never knew I could kill the conversation in a room." He pushed himself up off the couch and went back to the fridge. He with drew a can of soda and a bottle of Spiced Rum. He went to a cupboard and grabbed himself a cup and looked over his shoulder at Mila, "You want something to drink?" He'd take an extra cup just in case and he filled one of them with ice before opening the bottle of rum. He poured himself a generous measure and then cracked open the can of soda and topped ot off. He was just going to get nice and toasty and settle in to nurse a stronger drink later on. It was just how he rolled. Now, had Mila answered his question with a 'sure' or 'okay' he'd be pouring her a weaking version of what he'd just poured for himself, cracking open another can to top hers off. Then he'd take both full cups and hand her the weaker of the two before returning to his seat. If not, then not. He took a medium-sized pull from his cup before settling his arm along the arm of the couch, the base of his cup pressing in on the fabric and stuffing while his hand helped keep it upright.

22:31:48 Jake narrowly avoided a collision with Erinn upon entering the school grounds. “Not a fan of the common room confinement, I can respect that.“ He grinned, luckily having not to suffer such lockdowns on the full moon. The brisk breeze hardly affected him, the sleeves of his sweater pushed up to reveal his muscular bare arms. The question the female student asked caused Jake to raise a brow with a confused expression. “Why else? To get drunk of course.“ The white toothed wolfish grin following his remark. It was one of the only reasons most went down to the senior spot, it helped to have their own little personal place outside the school. Seemingly accepting his invitation the pair made their way across the school grounds, trudging through the snow, a conveniently paved path from repeated trampling lay before them, making the passage easier. “The full moon? It was not too bad, bit of a scuffle here and there but none too eventful.“ he lied. The young wolf was hardly going to announce to all he met that last night he had killed a fellow student, be it alone or with the aid of another. Something told him that for now it was best to bury the truth, to follow Xan’s advice…for now at least. “The common room boring as ever? Kyran boring everyone with Dball tactics again?“ Laughing some at the team captain’s usual go-to ice breaker. “Don‘t worry guys, the party has arrived.“ Jake announced, swinging around one of the armchairs pressed against the cave wall, he collapsed into it propping one booted foot up on the table and both elbows resting comfortably on the chair’s arms. “What game are we playing tonight? Ring of fire? Four kings? Pyramid? I know! Truth or dare!“ Full lips curving into a wicked grin.<e>

22:45:29 Erinn listened to him as he said he could respect her not being a fan of the common room confinement, "Of course you can, " she would say with a smirk as she looked out at the snowy grounds as they trudged along. As he seemed confused, she laughed softly and shook her head, "Not waht I meant, but you should know I'm always up for that." she said to him and would walk along the path with him. As he said there were scuffles here and there, her eyes narrowed a moment, he sounded off a moment, perhaps a little too casual about it? She figured she was just being paranoid so she brushed it off, "Wish I knew what that was like.. The freedom..Giving over to what you are.." she would say, it was something very different than what she was. Sure she was free in the water, but that was swimming, you didn't get to feel the wind in your hair and the rush of running around. She thought about that a moment but was pulled from those thoughts as he asked about the common room, a look of distaste crossed her"You have nooo idea.. I thought I was going to try digging my way out with a spoon." she joked and soon she walked into the Meth Lab with Jake, he'd invited her in, something she knew was pretty special for a non senior, but no one stopped her. Her stormy blue gaze moved about her and she nodded to the others as Jake took a seat and she moved to sit near him as he asked about the game to be played tonight. Truth or Dare? well that could be rather interesting. A mischevious grin lit her features, her eyes helt that glint of excitement as she took a seat in an armchair near Jakes and she relaxed back, her sweater was pulled off to reveal a white shirt, it was close fitting, low U shaped neck.

22:48:10 Mila 's decadently full lips performed a confused pout. Never had she used the term 'Muddles' and had she known Chase didn't favour the title, never would she have used it. Awkwardly, she uttered a simple, “Sorry,” whilst her attention drifted toward Emri who was starting a fire in the pit to make the comfortable temperature a little warmer. Now that the Mage was offering, the reclining girl piped up in her usual cheer. “That would be poifect. Raspberry and vodka.” Like always. Though she often nursed a cup of the very same, never did she even allow herself to drift any further than the barest of tipsy feelings. A wise thought, for Mila was perhaps a little.. distracted enough without any additions of inhebriation to add to the mix. Tonight would be different. When he brought the drink to her, the girl took the offered cup – the set as mismatched as the furniture, and found that hers was a glass pint filled to the brim with fizzing, raspberry red. The girl turned to lie on her stomach propped up on her elbows so that she could better drink and participate in their game. Mila brought the thick rim to her cupid-bowed lips and dared a swig or two. The sweetness was mellowed by the bitter aftershock of alcohol. The girl cringed a little, before swilling the cup and having another. Mm. Soon enough Jake, Erinn and a few others had filtered in through the door. The party could begin! “Hey Jakeyboy. Ummm!” The purring lilt of her voice wilted off into an audible hum of thought. “Truth or Dare.” Ever playful, and trusting of her friends, Mila nominated herself as a target. ”Someone give me a dare.” Breaking out the big guns.

22:58:18 [Emri] The conversation was killed, albeit only for a few, but it certainly wasn't Chase's own doing. The of them managed to accomplish that on their own; Chase was, actually, helping soothe it along. Luckily, Jake breaks through just then with what his very own guest for the evening, and Emri's attention is pulled to the two of them. He offers Erinn a silent greeting. " No crying, then, when we dare you to -- " he's cut off by Mila suddenly nominating herself for the chopping block. Emri grins, but doesn't offer an actual dare for the girl; it was best to start the game off with a bang, and he was certain that at the least, his old, certainly more ambitious friend would come up with something interesting. So he waits and withdraws to a seat not as close to the fire, ensuring the collective students are all within a simple turn of his head.

23:06:56 Chase` was deterred from returning to his seat by Mila ordering a different drink than he was prepared to make. Instead he put away the rum and drew out the necessary items and poured the way Mila always wanted. He knew the girl's habits pretty well, and so it was her preferred drink that he delivered to her. He took his cup to his seat, which wasn't all that far from Mila. He looked up at Jake's entrance and he couldn't help but grin and raise his glass at the guy's boisterous entrance. Then he took another pull and leaned his head back, shaking his curls from his face and sighing, "Oh come on bro. Truth or Dare?" Then he began to consider it and he realized there were almost infinite possibilities when compared to the game of Truth or Dare they'd play at dinner a month ago. And when Mila piped up to be the first victim he shooked his head, "Not me. I got into enough trouble when asking you a truth type question. I'll leave the dare to the big bad were." He'd salute to Jake and a longer pull from his cup and settled in to wait for the game to begin.

23:18:36 Jake basked in the warmth of the fire no doubt ignited and brought to life by their resident fire mage Emri. Upon getting settled, he gave greeted those around him, a one hand raised wave and a sly wink at Mila upon hearing his nickname. Jake was down to party. All smiles, any plaguing thoughts hidden from sight, a brave mask covering his distractions. At the mention of Truth or Dare everyone seemed to get excited, just as eager to lose themselves in familiar company as he was. Before he could nominate himself to start, Mila had decided to step up, shocking Jake and earning her a quizzical look. “Really princess? You’re going first?“ It seemed everyone would be loosening up tonight. Most had fell silent, looking to their very own party boy to get things into full swing. His lips curled into a mischievous grin, brown eyes lighting up with possibilities. “Alright then. Let’s see what you can handle.“ Jumping out of his seat and towards the storage areas, Jake began to rummage through different cupboards and shelves, with each new search he found an item he was looking for. It was then revealed that his items were a very large bottle of tequila, a salt shaker and some lemons. Trust Jake to know his way around the senior hangout. Spinning on his heels and looking at the group his grin stretching across chiselled cheeks. “Body shots boys and girls, Erin and Mila let’s go.“ A wink shot towards both of the boys.<e>

23:28:27 Erinn offered a small smirk to Emri as he gave her a silent greeting as she settled in next to Jake on her own chair. Truth or Dare, it had been a while since she last played but looking at the group around her, she could only guess what might come up, add alcohol into the mix and it could turn into quite the game. When Mila volunteered herself to be first, she offered a grin to her, she respected her for that and hoped she didnt' bite off more than she could chew. It seemed they were all planning to defer to Jake, so her eyes went to him then, an expectant look on her face, curiosity shone in her eyes as she grinned, she needed a drink here soon but she wanted to see how this would go first. She ran a hand through her dark hair to push it to the side out of her face, it tumbled in soft waves, slightly messy but it worked on her. When Jake got up from his seat, she had an idea of what was coming, for some reason she could already hear it and see it, when he came back with the bottle, salt, and lemons, she smirked and shook her head slightly as he said Body Shots and called her out for Mila, "How did I guess?" she asked and laughed, she got up, no hesitation and moved towards Jake and waited for Mila to join them, "How do you want me, love?" she would ask with a wink and smirk. She waited for Mila and Jake to set the specifics on how they wanted it and would go with what they wanted. This was definitely a good start, sure as hell better than being locked away in the stuffy common room.

23:41:07 Mila 's infectious smirk had found her exotic features, as if to assert that there would be no tears falling from those piercing crystalline orbs. The girl played at shock when another accusation came from Chase, and her small hand nestled in close to her heart – wounded, of course! ”Never! You liar.” Now that it seemed it was left to Jake to deal her sentence, she knew she was in for it. Her fate being left in the hands for one so cocky and daring as the Were would only end in her suffering and torture, but the smile that remained at her lips said nothing of fear. ”Princesses first, of course.” Adjusting the saying to suit her preference. Smoke eyes followed his form as he moved to the spell inserted shelves and cupboards, all mismatched and ramshackle which added to the cosy, homely feel of the shack. One glance of the tequila, and she knew she was in for it. Mila had risen to a proper seat, one hand smoothing the scarlet plaid of her skirt over the curve of her hips. Embarrassment was not felt in the lab, the common feeling replaced by the buzz of adrenaline and amusement, even as she cried out in exclamation. ”Bastard!” A familiar flush had risen to her cheeks and then she was sidling from the seat on the chaise which she shared with a sleeping Leila. Sleeping beauty was obviously feeling the effects of a sleepless full moon. With limber grace, she was traipsing over toward Jake with the bottle and Erinn – her silver platter. Jake was given an ineffective punch to his bicep and then the girl was placing one hand on her hip, the other tapping the lower of her rosebud lips. Eating little this day, and already having swallowed a fair bit of her raspberry she had more than enough confidence to draw her whimsical manner into something a little more decadent for the girl next door. Or next dormitory. Knowing how 'body shots' worked albeit never having tried before, her head canted and her eyes homed in. One hand pushed aside the girls hair and then Mila was licking the bare flesh of the fifth year's neck, wetting it for the salt. The pace of her heart was getting rapid with each passing moment and through heavy lidded eyes she looked to Jake for reassurance, then Chase – and not daring to meet Emri's. Salt was taken and shaken just so over the girls next. Her sable head dipped once more. Lick. The shot of amber liquid taken and pressed to her lips with a wince, head tilting backwards. Drink. Licking her lower lip, smoke eyes drifted to the lemon that was presumably held between Erinn's own lips. Fingertips grazed the other girls hips slightly and Mila's eyes flickered shut as the sweet cavern of her mouth closed in around the slice of lemon, sucking at the sour juice and, in turn, pressing a faux kiss to the girl. In front of an audience. Suck. She lingered a little long in the suck and when she pulled away the haze of alcohol had loosened her tongue. “Your turn Jakey- truth or dare.”

23:56:25 [Emri] His eyes trailed along the group until they finally rested on Jake, whom they had all unofficially declared the one to give Mila her dare. Luckily so. Emri remained seated back in one of the many seats. Comfortably he watched the Were wander off and through the cabinets; it took but a few seconds to put the wonderfully hazardous materials together, and soon the dare had been announced. Almost instinctively he grinned and looked to Chase. It would be a scene the men would undoubtedly enjoy, all possible infatuations aside. So he enjoys the scene, eyes hovering between the two girls as Erinn lays back and Mila works her magic. Only, the moment before she leans down to lick the salt up, its obvious (to Emri, at least) that her eyes meet all others but his own, and the grip of his drink tightens. What the fuck, now. But then Mila finishes, and Emri fights the thoughts aside. Whatever lingering feelings - not necessarily good ones - are quickly and forcefully pushed aside for the sake of the Lab and its festivities. He refused to let the fun go spoiled. Instead, his attention drifts to Jake and waits for his answer.

23:57:49 Chase` glanced over as Jake went over to the storage area and came out with all the fixin's for body shots. Chase laughed when the guy winked at him and Emri and he trapped the edge of his cup between his teeth, head tilted forward so he could give a clap or two to show his appreciation. Then he took his cup in his hand again and looked toward Erinn as she asked how Jake wanted her. Chase's brow show up at hearing a double meaning in those words, but maybe it was just him. He full on expected the guy to joking bend her over in front of him and then act like he was about to unzip before shrugging of the entire thing and laughing it away. He watched as Mila got up from the chaise and headed over toward Erinn to get her dare over with. And when her smoke eyes found his chestnut brown ones, he'd give her a crooked little smile of encouragement. And then he lifted his free fist to cover his mouth, which opened to a small-shocked 'o' as she went through the steps of the body shot and his eyes grew wider with every step she completed. He knew she was no welcher, but to be a witness to her first body shot! That was entertainment. He laughed and, after he set his half-full cup on the ground between his boots he clapped loudly. This, no doubt, would make Leila stir, however he didn't know if it would wake her or not. Now Jake was the target and, from everything he knew about the guy, it was a pretty safe assumption that the guy would choose dare.

00:07:12 Jake was all too happy to be the one deciding the fate of the Crux student. Always happy to take an advantageous opportunity to provoke the girl. The surprise that the girl had been so ready to take part and even spearhead the beginning of the games had remained. His grin never faltering, eager to watch the events unfold. It had only taken one look between the confident Mila and the newly invited Errin before the golden idea had reached him. When you spend as much time as Jake in the Meth Lab, you start to learn where things were. Favourite beers, utensils and all manner of trinkets best kept out of the clutches of faculty. In a matter of moments everything they needed was on hand. Upon the revelation of what the girls would actually be doing, the playful insult made the young wolf beam, satisfied by the reaction. When the shot was being prepared, Jake helped himself to a can of cider, southern mix best to get himself pumped. The show would soon begin and with each lick, drink and suck Jake would cheer excitedly. This was nothing new for the resident playboy but he wanted to bring life to the party, encouraging the boys and girls watching and playing their own games to cheer alongside him. The moment for his own judgement soon arrived and with one mighty chug of his can, he proudly declared. “ Dare of course!“ Nodding with enthusiasm, leaning over to the now stirring Leila curled up on a couch. “Rise and shine sleeping beauty, you won’t want to miss this.“ Ruffling her hair in a badgering manner, propping a bottle in her hand ready to take part.<e>

00:15:12 Erinn could feel the excitement of the room raise all the more as the dare was announced, in a room of guys, having two girls do a body shot, what else was going to happen? She smirked a bit, not worried about it or embarassed in the least, she looked over to Chase as she looked around after her quesiton of how they wanted her, she saw the raised brow and grinned at him. Had he caught that? Seemed only he had, she almost laughed but her attention was back to Mila and Jake. She took the lemon wedge between her lips and looked up to Mila as she moved in and her hair was pulled to the side, she tilted her head for her so she could get at her neck more easily, goosebumps rose on her flesh when she licked her the first time, she felt the salt, another lick. She looked up to her as she did the shot then came the suck. She felt the hand on her hip, her hand moved to hers as well, eyes closed, their bodied pressed to each other, it was all about showmanship at this point, wasn't it? She couldn't see for herself, but she had a feeling it all looked pretty damn good. When she pulled away after lingering a bit, she pulled out the wedge, tossed it aside and grinned at her. "Nicely done, love.. You can body shot me anytime." she said and laughed as she heard the cheers and looked to those around the Lab. She needed a drink, a quick shot to catch up sounded good so as Mila and Jake were figuring out Truth or Dare, she grabbed the tequila and did a quick shot and sighed satisfied afterwards. What would be in store for Jake, she wondered. Her eyes went to Leila as he told her to rise and shine. That classic troublesome smirk of hers was in place and eyes glittered in the firelight.

00:21:52 Mila giggled at Erinn's response, but she offered no clever comment. Knowing that the games often worked with someone else often piping up to hand off a dare, but in this case no one had. She wasn't cruel enough to request he perform a body shot on one of the boys, or declare that poor Erinn be subjected as a platter again – this time at Jake's mercy. No, she seemed to ponder for a moment until her eyes found the tequila. Encouraged by her own audacity to complete the act rather than surrendering in the face of embarrassment, the girl slipped her hold around the neck of the half full bottle of tequila in Erinn's hand, taking it, and bringing it to her lips. The swig she took was only small, lips wiped with the back of her arm before she was stalking over to Jake, playboy extraordinaire. “Handstand, now.” Bossy little lass when she'd had a drop or two of tequila, wasn't she? Provided that he cooperated the girl flounced down to a kneel in front of him, alcohol in hand. ”You have to finish this.” The bottle, ”And swallow the worm.” That settled it – Jake was going to be obliterated. With the blood rushing to his head, the girl tipped the bottle with her fingers pressed over the open top and only allowed them to give way once her tips brushed over his lips. Smoke eyes looked down at him, all topsy turvy as these two often managed to be, and then she was relentlessly tipping and never letting up so the poor boy could breath. Mila led them in a chant, “Drink, drink, drink!”

00:28:04 Leila had been quietly snoring as she napped on one of the couches along the walls deeper in the cavern along with her fellow fifth and sixth year students, oblivious to the world she remained fast asleep as she curled up around one of the fluffier pillows that were scattered about the room. Having meandered into the cave sometime earlier she was not at all aware of the other students and their wayward shenanigans as they eagerly passed around drinks to ward off the chill, stretching a little bit Leila gave a small yawn that most probably went unnoticed before shifting slightly and then settling back amongst the pillows as the round of body shots began with Mila and Erinn. However Mila’s sudden vacating of her seat did nothing to wake Leila instead it left her with more room to scoot up as she gave another languid stretch only to then wince at the echoed loud noises of Chase’s clapping that filled the cavern, dressed in the usual jeans and sneaker combo that was paired up with a faded blue tank top she remained all but sprawled out on the couch. But that didn’t last all too long as Jake took it upon himself to wake Leila resulting in a grumpy half awake Were that stared up at him through narrowed eyes, “What?” the word was mumbled as she blindly swatted away the hand that ruffled her hair before rising and moving to sit up. Frowning up at Jake she stifled another yawn and wordlessly took the bottle, peering over at the rest of the students she gave a small sleepy wave and then took a long swig from the bottle quietly watching as Jake was given his dare. [e]

00:36:36 Chase` picked up his drink as Jake did his overly macho thing when he chose the dare and looked on as Mila got a little bossy when delivering Jake his dare. He looked over at Leila when her wave drew his attention and he grinned at her, "Welcome to the party." But then, as he watched Jake complete the dare, he started thinking about what he would choose when he was picked. On the one hand there was truth and, while it was tempting to be the one person who was different, the old saying went, The nail that sticks out gets hammered. What if they asked him for something he wasn't quite ready to give up just yet? One thing, for sure, came to mind. Yet, on the other hand, the dare could be a tricky thing. It might just be something simple, but the odds on that one being the truth were long indeed. He focused once more on the dare happening before his eyes as Mila relentlessly poured the tequila down his throat.


00:56:58 Jake successfully disturbed his fellow werewolf, the grouchy questioning of what it was he wanted went unanswered, knowing the answer would be obvious by her suddenly popular surroundings. He waited expectantly for his dare, looking between the party goers to see who just had the audacity to challenge him. Jake wasn’t disappointed, none other than Mila had taken two quick swigs of liquid courage before boasting her challenge. “Yes ma’am.“ Liking the new commanding approach the raven haired girl had been taking. A handstand? Easy. Raising his hands to the tipsy cheers of the crowd, he hastily drained the remnants of his can. Taking a step back, he would place both palms on the ground and press himself up into the air, muscular arms sustaining himself, slight movements of his hands, adjustments to better position himself. Whilst hanging upside down, the bottom of his sweater would slink down slightly, revealing the shaped abs he so religiously honed. The chants to drink were music in his ears, eager to please the crowd. The final flash of his cheeky smirk, a smugness to his expression as she pressed the bottle to his lips. What had taken merely minutes seemed like ages. Bubbles bobbled within the bottle, the golden elixir flushing down his gullet, droplets leaked from the corners of his lips, dribbling down his cheeks. As the contents of the bottle had been drained, Jake stood upright, the alcohol rushing to his head. The wolf’s face felt warm, fire burned in his chest and with a two fingered pincer of the worm he announced tipsily. “Down the hatch!“ The worm slithered down his throat, a building heave clawing up his throat. “Now. Who is next? Chase!” Pointing at the Crux student, responding to the readied answer. “Truth? Who out of our three lovely ladies would you like to get dirty with?“ A cheeky wink, something told him he might be stepping over the line but the moment encouraged the risk.<e>

01:06:33 Erinn listened to the giggle from Mila at her comment and she winked at her before she had moved to take a pull from the tequila bottle. When Mila took it from her, she watched her as she told Jake to do a handstand, she moved to lounge back in the armchair she'd been in before as she watched Jake get into a handstand and Mila started to pour it in his mouth as he downed it. She joined in the chanting with her, she leaned forward in her seat and looked over to Chase for a moment then to Leila, finally her eyes settled on Jake and Mila. What would she choose when it was her turn? Dare. It was the lesser of the two evils, she figured, she didn't like to share her secrets and open up with the truth, so dares would suit her just fine though she could only imagine the mess she might get into. When Jake finished, she watched as he got back up and asked who was next after he downed the worm. She laughed, could see the flush in his cheeks from the blood rushing to his head and the alcohol, then came the question for Chase. She looked from Leila to Mila and grinned, they were all lovely, there was no doubt about that, but who would he choose? Most likely one of the other two was her guess and that suited her just fine. She felt herself warming up from the fire, but she wanted another drink, since Jake had downed the her friend the Tequila, she was going to have to scare up something else to get herself buzzed on, other than the general anticipation and excitement of the group.

01:15:05 Leila nursed her drink with a smile her hazel gaze trailing from one to the other as each one reacted to Mila announcing Jake’s dare, shaking her head she took another long sip and then scooted back amongst the pillows pulling her legs up and crossing them. “Clearly I missed a lot...” trailing off she noted the prone form of Emri with a smirk and suddenly found herself wondering how she had slept through any of what had happened only to be brought back down to earth by Chase’s welcoming, she grinned in return and sent him a mock salute before taking another drink of whatever it was she had been given by Jake. “Thanks... did I miss much?” Leila gave Emri a rather pointed stare while Mila all but drowned Jake with the Tequila then turned to watch Jake as he quickly recovered from his run in with the amber liquid, she winced as the now empty bottle was lowered to the floor. There was no way that she’d drink that... well unless stupidly drunk and not at all functional she probably would, but for now the idea of having to finish a bottle of that with the worm was something she was rather happy to avoid. Leila in turn finished her drink lowering the now empty bottle to the floor and applauded Jake’s performance with a smile, though she was nowhere near drunk she still had a bit of a goofy grin on her face as she retrieved another beer and opened it with ease. Catching Erinn’s gaze she sent her a wink before turning to stare at Jake as his question sunk in, sending Mila quick glance Leila blushed suddenly before taking long drink from the newly opened bottle, this was quickly turning out to be really interesting. [e]

01:18:37 Chase` grinned at Leila, "Yeah, you missed Mila taking her first body shot off Erinn a second ago." He stood as Jake polished off the bottle of tequila. He lifted his cup to his lips and he polished off his drink. The cup was half full, but he figured he'd have to make a decision about what he was going to choose and figured a decent buzz would help him in that regard. He moved back to the fridge and on his way there Jake called his name and he sighed a little. He knew he'd flown under the radar for too long. He opened the fridge and called out, "Truth for me." He'd pulled out the bottle of rum again as well as the half-used can of coke and another, fresh can. When he heard the question he leaned forward to bang his forehead against the freezer door a few times. Then he took his time in filling his cup again with ice, topping it off, really, and the poured himself a larger measure of the spiced rum and used the coke he'd removed from the fridge to fill it the rest of the way. He'd known this was going to happen. As he turned back he settled on a diplomatic way to phrase his answer. He pointed at the three females individually, "No one get offended. Or if you do get offended, point that shit ay Jake. He asked the question." Then, as he resumed his seat he looked at the girl he spent just about every day with, "For me, it'd be Mila." He said it in a kind of nonchalant way that some of them might just see through if their brains weren't too foggy with alcohol. Jake might notice it, and Leila as well as the two werewolves in the room. With Mila having a good deal of her raspberry and vodka and a shot to tequila, she might not notice it. But on with the show! He turned toward Leila with a decidedly mischevious smirk, "Leila. Your turn. Truth? Well alrighty. . ." He pretended to think before he said, "Who was the last person you got a little dirty with?"

01:31:09 Jake continued to keep up his white toothed smile, clearly enjoying himself, drowning the creeping memories of last night’s antics. Flicking the cap from a beer bottle, he drank heartily as he waited on Chase’s response. The back pedalling had been amusing, setting up walls to protect himself from the possibly scorned female players in the group. Laughing at the prospect that blame would be placed on him, something he would happily accept for the sheer pleasure of the growing question’s discomfort. Good choice. Jake thought to himself, nodding with approval and looking between the three ladies, slipping on his charm he added coolly. “I would happily do the deed with any one of you three lovely ladies.“ His tone had been playful and the promiscuity he was renowned for surfaced, even if most tales had been largely exaggerated upon their passing. Continuing to drink, he turned to Leila as she had been propped up onto the pedestal for the next choice, promptly choosing truth. Jake watched on, waiting for the answer, unknowing that upon it’s hearing he would be shocked stone cold sober.<e>

01:34:02 Mila was honestly amazed when Jake managed to finish the amber liquid, upside down, no less. When he came to his feet victorious and swallowed the worm, the girl cried out in amused disgust, “Yeugh!” Her raspberry soda and vodka drink was earlier discarded in favour of a shot, but now those dainty hands were raising it to her lips once more and she was dulling the sour lemon in her mouth with a sweeter fruit. Like the others she cheered and offered rowdy comments when the next person was selected, Mila grabbed for a threadbare pillow and tossed it at the boy's back. “Pansy!” Truth was definitely the pansies way out. The question had her canting her head, sable locks falling in a wave of sleek lengths and perfectly framing her exotic countenance which displayed an expression of curiosity. She wondered. When ordered not to get offended, the girl performed the sign of the cross. “Cross my heart and hope to die.” Stick a needle in my eye. Another pillow also beside her on the floor – dirt with a mussed, large rug stretched over the cavern's floor – was grasped in her hands and pressed to her face so she could peek from behind it. When he revealed to her legitimate shock that she was his choice, the girl feigned her hideaway beyond the cushion and then threw this missile at him again. “Tease.” With the flush of liquor and embarrassment complimenting her features, the girl turned her smoke eyes aside to notice Emri who had fallen into a drunken stupor. That's what happened when early arrivals drank before the game even began!


01:53:18 Leila leaned back slouching into her seat as she listened to Chase’s account of what had happened while she had been dead to the world, snickering at the bit about body shots she sent a silent thank you to whichever pantheon of gods for not having that as a dare - considering her somewhat clumsy nature it would have probably made for quite a laughable moment. Shaking her head she quickly turned her attention back to Jake as he asked Chase what his choice would be, taking another sip from her beer Leila hoped that the blush would fade away as she listened to the rather diplomatic answer from the earth mage. Raising an eyebrow at his comment before the answer she found herself grinning and then turned to Mila to watch her reaction, also she happened to see right through Chase’s nonchalant response but chose not to comment on it as she realized that it was her turn. Taking another long sip she nodded, “Truth.” and hoped that she wouldn’t have to answer something ridiculous and as luck would have it she was spared, well at least that’s what she thought as she considered the question a really easy one... however her not knowing about Christian being dead would make for a rather interesting series of reactions. “Christian.” deciding to not go into detail she opted to just give the name with a small smile and then sent a glance over to Erin very much unaware of how she had changed the setting with just that one name, “You’re up...” Leila nodded to the Mer before finishing off her second bottle of beer with a flourish and then grinned at the girl’s choice of a dare, licking her lips she placed the bottle next to the other empty one and then peered back over to the prone form of Emri. “Ok so... I dare you to give Emri a lap dance.” And with that Leila rose from her seat heading for the well stocked fridge, grabbing a couple bottles of whatever was nearest she returned placing the assortment in the middle of the group and then picked her own before settling back into her seat. [e]

01:58:45 Chase` grinned at Jake when the guy seemed happy to take all the blame for any offense that his answer might have cause and he paid very close attention to Mila's reaction. He'd seen her pick up the pillow and peek out from behind it and he was a little surprised that she reacted the way she did. Maybe it was the liquor in her. Either way, in a fit of sheer luck he snatched the pillow out of the air and tucked it to his side like a wide receiver who'd just caught a pass and leaned back in his chair, grinning at her cheekily when she called him a tease. He noted the flush that came to her cheeks and though some of it was alcohol, he knew the rest of it was embarrassment. He looked back at Leila as she answered his question with the name Christian. The feral were kid who had been literally dragged into the school. He looked from Leila to Erinn as she was pointed out as the next victim and then the dare came out. He couldn't help but let loose a slight cackle when Erinn was dared to give the unconscious Emri a lapdance. This ought to be interesting.
02:10:22 Jake had been all smiles, the Meth Lab all fun and games. That was until a surprisingly dreaded name had surfaced. Christian, the boy Jake and perhaps others, had brutally savaged, cutting his life short and covering their tracks. The world around him had a tinted warm fuzz, his face felt hot and he could feel the alcohol pumping in his system, the wolf within content. The name and memories which followed had roused the beast, for a single moment a paused expression of concern had overtaken any previous grins or smirks. Taking a swig of his drink and feeling the eyes of onlookers darting between himself and the others, Jake braved a smile, forcing away the plagued images and muzzling the wolf within. If the information of what happened ever came to surface, Jake knew that he may have to answer to Leila in the future but for now, ignorance is bliss. The faked smile had given life at the comical scene of Errin approaching his now unconscious friend, Emri. “Poor lad, make him feel it in his dreams love.“ Jake teased, excited to tell the fire mage exactly what had transpired upon his passing out.<e>

02:18:29 Erinn listened to the answers for the two truths in a row and smirked, she'd gotten up and made her way to the fridge and mixed herself up a strong rum and coke before she headed back to her seat and took a long drink from it. Her eyes went to Leila as she said the name Christian, but soon Leila moved on and she pointed out her as the next victim, "Dare," she said to her with a bit of a grin as she awaited her fate and then she heard what she had to do. Lap dance on Emri, who was currently passed out drunk in a chair, she couldn't help but laugh at that quite a bit, she was so glad she'd swallowed another long sip of her drink in time so it didnt' end up getting sprayed everywhere with her laughter. She could hear Chase cackle and looked to him for a moment before she stood, she took another drink of her rum and coke, leaving it half empty now before she set it to the side and got up. She could feel eyes on her, wondered if they thought she would back down from it, but she wasn't going to, it could have been so much worse than giving a lap dance to someone that was passed out. She made her way to him and smirked as she looked at him, "It's a shame he won't remember this, " she would say with a laugh before she turned and moved between his legs, her rear rubbed against his lap as she moved her hips slowly, that smirk still on her face before she turned again to face him and knelt on the chair, a leg on either side of him as she started to undulate her hips and grind against him for a few moments, she laughed when she finished and got off him and shook her head as she looked at him. "I think he felt it.. I think I felt something." she would tease with a wink to Jake before she went to grab her drink, she took a long sip and looked around. "Hmm.. Who's the next victim?" she would ask and soon her eyes settled on Mila. "Mila, love.. Truth or dare?" she asked her and when she answered Dare, she grinned. She found her little purse that she'd had on her wrist, she was a fan of candy and when she came back, she had a red starburst candy in hand, "Mila, your dare is to kiss Jake, while you're kissing, you have to get the wrapper off the starburst." she would say and look from Mila to Jake to see their reactions, she would hand the starburst off to her and go to take her seat once more.

02:33:43 Mila gasped with pure, drunken shock. “Christian?!” The fairly new, feral senior. Well personality and vicious behaviour aside he was admittedly attractive only it was never have crossed her mind that Leila of all girls would be drawn to, or involved with him. It settled the rumour about her and Braxton, though. Smoke eyes followed Erinn as she was bid to dance suggestively, all up on an unconscious Emri's grill, and found herself feeling a little peculiar about the sight before. Not quite jealousy – but Mila almost wished he was awake, and that she had a chance to try. Lips moist with raspberry sweetness dropped open and then she was giggling wickedly at the lap dance, rolling about on the floor in a fashion that almost drove the short, scarlet plaid of her skirt up over her pert rear. Her face was pressed initially at a pillow – again, until the next victim was named. “Oh God!” Dutch courage had her delivering a hearty swig of her drink that turned into the tilt of her head in order to finish the nearly full pint. Her mind growing hazy, the girl looked through the blur of intoxication and selected, “Dare.” Now this was perhaps the cruelest of the dares. The girl climbed to her feet, shapely, slim legs channelling Bambi as she balanced herself and strode with a nervous giggle to Jake. “Oh, but that's hard.” The starburst part of it, at least. She was never so bold about public affection nor had she indulged in many dalliances but intoxication was enough to set her hear beating with excitement rather than panic. Her full breasts rose and fell beneath the form fitting sweater, with each audible and laboured breath. She was looking toward the equally intoxicated Jake, leaning down with one knee on the sofa cushion beside him rather than sitting on his lap or pulling him up to meet her. The starburst was popped in her mouth and then cupid-bow lips carrying the taste of her poison were brushed against his. Mila's eyes had since fluttered closed and after a sweet caress of her mouth, her lips were open that pesky tongue of hers toying with the wrapped candy and allowing him the chance to assist her. Her hands steadied herself by placements on the couch on either side of his shoulders.