Oh god, I want to die.
I slowly turned my head to Seresin, pursing my lips as I tried not to yell the first profanity or three that came to mind.
"Flirt?" Natasha repeated, looking to me, me still focused on Seresin's smirk.
"I think he's had one too many drinks." I tried to excuse, kicking Seresin's shin, him wincing though did his best to keep that smirk of his on.
Seresin just clenched his jaw, though nodded, "Perhaps so."
"Then let's move on." I brushed it under the rug, "Your turn Natasha."
Natasha cleared her throat, "Truth or dare, (Y/n)?"
God damn it.
"Truth." I answered easily, hopefully my tone not letting on how much I regret letting them come play.
"What's your sexuality?" Natasha questioned smoothly, her voice having an undertone I couldn't place.
"Bisexual." I answered honestly, Natasha letting out a hum of thought, before nodding her head.
"Your turn." She went on, me nodding.
"So Bob-" I let a mischievous smile onto my face, seeing him shrink back was entertaining, "-truth or dare?"
Bob gulped, his face showing how nervous he was, though spoke up, "Dare..."
Right when I thought it wasn't possible, my smirk got even wider.
"I dare you to-" I looked around, before my smirk somehow got even worse, "-sit on Natasha's lap."
Bob did, somehow, get even more red, though didn't oppose.
Natasha, somehow, didn't blush, though she was smirking, Bob embarrassingly wrapping his hands around the back of her neck, not exactly fitting on her lap.
"I believe its your turn Bob." Natasha smirked, Bob looking down in embarrassment.
Bob managed to get his voice out, "Truth or dare (Y/n)?" He questioned, slightly adjusting as he was sliding down, off Phoenix's lap.
"Dare." I answered confidently, though regretted it when Natasha leaned over and whispered something into his ear.
This can't be good.
"I dare you to sit on Natasha's lap too." Bob smirked.
Oh god.
My jaw dropped, looking at Phoenix then back to Bob, Seresin holding in a laugh.
And for the umpteenth time that night, my ears got hot, a blush creeping up my neck.
I gulped, though tried to seem somewhat confident, getting up out of my stool as I walked over to them.
Bob was on one of her legs, me, embarrassingly, sitting on her other leg.
Now that I am here, I could smell her scent of soft vanilla, rather entrancing on the nose. It wasn't obnoxious and in my face, it was subtle and soothing.
Bob smelt like vanilla mixed with black coffee, again, not obnoxious in your face, but rather mellow.
How long have I been staring, this is the second time tonight.
I quickly looked away, though, unlike when I was sitting on my own bars stool, I couldn't shrink away from them.
My heart was just about to beat out of my chest, the beating somewhat painful.
Bob also looked down, a flush coming onto his face, some hair falling in front of his eyes.
Natasha just glanced between them, a light smirk on her face as the two on her lap couldn't, or wouldn't, look up.
"I believe its your turn Circe." Seresin, spoke up, a smirk clear in his voice, even without me looking at him.
"Truth or dare Seresin?" I turned my head, trying to escape Natasha's gaze, who was smiling warmly, not saying anything.
"Truth." He answered, still gnawing on his toothpick.
"Is it true you're gay?" I questioned, not missing how he froze, for just a second.
"No, I'm not gay." He answered, trying to be smooth.
"Uh-huh, sure." I brushed it away, though no one was believing him. "Your turn Bagman."
His eye twitched again, "Truth or dare Circus?"
My own eye twitched, "Truth."
"Is it true you like your new seat?"
"Oh you fucker." I was about to get up, but second guessed, giving him the answer he needed without speaking. I winced, though did get up, almost regretting, "It's awful late, I think we best get back to the dorms."
Bob also got up, still looking down, Natasha getting up after him.
"Give me your phone (Y/n)." She ordered, me giving her a confused look, though doing so.
At the same time, both her and Bob's phones pinged, Natasha giving me my phone back.
"Goodnight (Y/n)." She smiled, her voice velvety smooth and, if I didn't know better, a hint of what sounded to be flirting in her voice.
I felt a dopey smile come onto my face, even a slight heat in my cheeks.
At that, she turned around and walked out, her gait smooth and slow, Bob following her, waving a small wave, before following her out.
I could hardly get my voice out, holding onto my phone like a lifeline.
"Goodnight..."
