"A drinking game?" I repeated, turning my head to look at the male like he was crazy, my fingers slightly gripping tighter onto my glass.
Seresin just smirked, again, arrogance pouring out of every pore in his body.
"You heard me, a drinking game." He said, for the second time that night.
I couldn't help but let out a scoff, looking to my, half empty, drink, before bringing it to my lips and downing it in one gulp. The sting in my throat was enough to make me groan, my head feeling a smidge dizzier than it had before. This was my fourth shot, though I'll be damned if I let Seresin think I can't do anything he can, and better.
I set down my glass with a dull thud, before looking to him, who's smirk hadn't waivered in the slightest.
"What did you have in mind?" I questioned, my voice raspy from the stinging drink, clearing my throat to try and help ease it.
"A good old fashioned of truth or dare-" He shrugged like it was nothing, though something seems off here, "-but if you refuse to answer or do the dare, you drink a shot."
I gulped, a multitude of scenarios of what he could make me do travelling through my mind, none of them good. My heart rate slightly picked up, though I put on a brave façade.
"Fine Seresin, you start." I challenged, pulling the bar stool next to me out, signaling for him to sit down.
Seresin didn't waste time and sat down, him nodding at the bartender, to get her attention.
"So, truth or dare (L/n)?" He questioned me, me sighing at how childish this is. Luckily, there was hardly anyone in the bar, meaning that there's a less likely chance I'll embarrass myself.
"Truth." I answered, releasing another sigh.
He didn't seem wavered by my reluctance, "So what's your callsign?"
That's suspiciously easy, though I'll take it.
"It's Circe." I responded, before speaking up, "Truth or dare Seresin?"
"Dare." He responded without missing a beat, me fighting the urge to smirk, this will be fun.
"I dare you to-" I looked around, before seeing a blonde haired female, "-go flirt with her, and ask her out."
Seresin seemed to waiver, though kept his confident smirk on, getting up, and then waltzing over to the female.
My eyes trailed to the door, hearing it open, only to cringe.
There was the female and male pilot from before, both of them talking, but I made eye contact with the male again.
"Ah fuck." I muttered, turning away from the door, hoping they wouldn't walk over, I don't feel like getting beat up.
Before I could further wallow in my mistakes, I heard a slap. I turned to my left, opposite of the door, seeing Seresin hold his cheek, the female huffing and grabbing her bag, before making her way out.
Seresin walked back over, licking his wounds, his pride obviously bruised and wounded.
I let out a laugh, laughing at how the indented handprint was a bright red, in much contrast to the rest of his face.
"Oh shut up." He muttered, before speaking up, "My turn, truth or dare?"
I heaved for air, putting my hands on my hips, the laugh having made my sides hurt from how much I had been laughing, not noticing the two pairs of eyes on me.
"For that-" I wheezed, the scene replaying in my mind, "-dare."
This time it was Seresin to smirk, me, almost, regretting choosing dare.
