AN: So, before you read on, here's a little clarification: this will be a series of short stories, mostly unrelated to each other, ranging from drabbles to multi-chaptered fics, all about various characters from CP Coulter's Dalton. Feel free to skip the chapters that contain pairings you're not comfortable with, because there will be many, many different pairings.

Chapter One: Jogan

Would You Rather?

Derek, Logan, and Julian were leaning against each other on the couch in the Stuart common room when the clock chimed midnight. Julian stifled a yawn, "I should probably be heading to bed. I have a physics test in the morning."

The actor made to get up, but Derek pulled him back down. "Don't be a baby, it's only 12. Let's play a game!"

Logan just rolled his eyes and took another drink of whatever the hell kind of alcholol resided in his red solo cup. "We are not playing Twister while drunk again, D. We don't need a repeat of the last time."

"That wasn't my fault!"

Julian snorted. "Yes it was. But whatever, if you want to play a game, we can play one before I go to bed."

He paused, then added, "And no more booze. We're all going to have major hangovers tomorow as it is."

Derek grumbled something under his breath, and tightened his grip on the bottle of clear liquid. Logan took another drink from his cup. Julian sighed again. "So are we playing a game or what?"

"Right!" Derek exclaimed. "So, Jules, would you rather... lick a camel's feet, or sit in cow manure for an hour?"

"What kind of a question is that?" Julian scoffed. "I'd rather lick a camel's feet; I could clean them first."

Logan let out a bark of laughter. "Sounds delicious."

Julian, more than a little drunk himself, giggled. "Well, would you rather kiss Derek, or... me?"

The actor froze the second those words left his mouth. He didn't want to know the answer. If he said Derek... He exchanged a horrified look with the brunette athlete, and they both turned to stare at their prefect, who looked pensive.

"Logan?" Derek prodded. "Who would you kiss?"

"Julian," the blonde stated with finality. "He's prettier than you, Der. No offense."

Jules couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face as he got up to leave and go to bed. Maybe there was still hope for them after all.