Hehe. A fun one; the result of me deciding to write late at night. If the rules are slightly off, sorry, I was tired and I haven't played the game in a very long time.
Much love to y'all.
Never Have I Ever
"Remind me again why we're doing this."
Jordan pursed her lips and grinned. "Because it's New Year's Eve and we both have nothing better to do, being the anti-social people we are, because it's hilariously fun, and because I'm dying to see you without a shirt on. And we're well on our way to getting thoroughly drunk."
"Right," he muttered wryly. "I'm sure."
She wrinkled her nose at him. "Your turn." Popping up from one side of the couch, she filled her glass to the rim with the red wine she had found in the back of her cupboard. "And no cheating, got it?"
He eyed her odd apparel, which, as of eleven thirty five, December 31st, consisted of polar bear pyjama pants, one blue sock, and a bra. "You're telling me this now?"
She scowled. "Just go."
A grin tugged at the corners of his lips. "Fine." He finished off the rest of the wine in his glass and refilled it, spilling some on the coffee table. Neither of them took notice. "Never have I ever… worn pink."
"You're doing that on purpose," she mumbled, and yanked off the second sock, throwing it at him after she had done so.
He smirked. "Then you should have worn layers."
"It's hot in here!"
"Then why are you complaining?" he countered. That shut her up. "I get to go again."
He nudged her with his foot. "Never have I ever… hit on my boss." He grinned as Jordan gaped at him, but didn't move. "You have so."
Her mouth opened wider. "I have not!"
"You've never hit on me."
Despite herself, she grinned. "Sure y'are. I've never hit on you; are you insane?"
"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he laughed and teased her. His answer was a pillow in his face. Jordan made a face at him.
"Ha! In your dreams, buddy," she scoffed. He grinned and she settled back against him comfortably. "We done?"
She tapped a finger against her lips thoughtfully. "Never have I ever… dreamed about anyone at the morgue.
Garret pushed her off his lap.
He tugged off his shirt.
Silence fell upon them.
Jordan sat up. "Mmmmkay. Change of game. Truth or dare."
"Your dares are evil."
She grinned proudly. "Yep, that's right. I'll take that as a truth. Who is it?"
"I'd rather die," he exaggerated, and batted her hand away when she attempted to smack him. "Leave it alone. I just answered the question. End of subject." He rolled his eyes at her frown.
He shook his head. "Drop it."
She sat back on the other end of the couch, sullen. "Fine."
Five minutes of silence went by until he finally spoke. "It was you."
"Okay, well, you gotta say more than that."
"Well," a wicked grin appeared on her face, "if I had to say something, I'd have to retract an earlier statement I made.
He met her gaze. "Oh yeah? And what's that?"
"Never have I ever," she said, creeping closer, "hit on my boss."