The most frustrating thing about Devon was how he never seemed to be able to get himself to one up her. Always, always, always she managed to turn things around to her way and make him feel like he'd missed the mark. That he generally did miss the mark was no never mind; he believed in giving himself high marks for a good effort. That, of course, didn't do much to help him when she was pulling away from him and then making it all sound like what they were doing was somehow boring.

His face scrunched up as he turned to watch her sitting back down and taking up the whiskey. He wanted to keep her here and get her to the point where maybe he could do more than just hold her with clothes on - seeing at that was rather less than the sixteen year old wanted. That meant he'd have to figure out someway to get things interesting and to get her to take off her clothes.

The immediate idea of strip poker slithered into his mind, but he had to dismiss it for one very good reason: Devon was far too smart to be talked into that; amazingly, he was smart enough to get that. Well, if that wasn't going to work, he'd merely do something a little different. Taking a seat next to her, he took the bottle from her hands, set it aside and then took her hands into his, a smile drawing to his lips as he cocked a brow at her.

"I'm disappointed," he started, bringing her hands up to his lips and pressing a few kisses to the back of her hands. "Here we are, one day away from my birthday and a day before yours and you're not having fun. That's entirely unacceptable. So," he let go of her hands and reached for the bottle of whiskey and the vodka - he didn't consider pulling out another joint - and held them up for her. "Let's choose the poison and make some fun out of this." While she considered the bottles, he laid out the rules.

"We'll play a little game. A version of truth or dare. But see, unlike the basic version that everyone plays in the commons, ours will be the regular old dare, but the truth one will be less the truth about us, but instead will be the truth about what we would do. And," he cautioned, "we - and by we, I mean you - can't get all uppity and lecture-y over what either of us say."

Game laid out, he now had only to wait on her answer. That was something he was not wanting to be patient about, though he was pretty sure she'd give all manner of argument.


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