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Things had toppled over a little bit in the SELF-CONTROL DEPARTMENT. At least for Natsuki. From the Daiquiris she’d toasted cutely with Makoto over POEMS & SCARY STORIES to the way she’d stumbled her way nervously into convincing Makoto to taste-test the vodka with her. Talk about TERRIFYING. Of course, being the woman that held herself responsible for fighting Natsuki’s ignorance. And just... being the most caring human Natsuki had EVER MET... Makoto had allowed herself to switch off the Daiquiri for a single drink. Helping to ease Natsuki into mixing spirits for the first time. The result... “Hey, M’koto?” She wasn’t even THAT DEEP into it all. Words were already slurring. “I...” And her NERVES weren’t exactly trapping herself within her own flesh and bones anymore. “I was wonderin’. Could we. Could we do a DUET TOGETHER? You an’ me? We could do Somewhere Over The Rainbow. Or You're My Sunshine. You could even PICK THE SONG...” Final trio of words spoken like some kind of GRAND REVELATION. She’d been attempting to PLUCK UP THE COURAGE for karaoke all night. But stage fright and an absence of her best friend on that stage with her had pushed her over the edge into PROCRASTINATION & DOUBT. But now? Now she was DRUNK. And found herself lacking a CARE IN THE WORLD. (Felt good...) “It would mean a lot to me...” With that, the steadily intoxicating girl dipped her head against Makoto’s shoulder. Flickering a sidelong glance up toward Makoto’s PRECIOUS RUBIES. “Like a lot a lot...” Heart was beginning to THRUM. And not with anxiety for once in her damn life. “Like...” And she leaned in, pressing balmless lips to Makoto’s cheek just like she had earlier. (She might’ve missed Makoto’s cheek and caught the corner of her lips.) “Like tha--ahh!!!” Tiny pink haired girl jumped in her seat. Or rather, Ann’s OBNOXIOUSLY INTRUSIVE WEIGHT launched her by law of springs. Aggressive GROWL resonating in her throat, arms folding and morganites attempting to burn holes into Ann’s existence.
“You know what I think it’s time for?” Ann had been a... LITTLE BIT TIPSY for more than a little while. Steady build up of straws on her back. Passing glances. Gentle moments. Heated entrapments. She’d caught them all. Not that she was allowed to CARE ANYMORE. Couldn’t do a THING about it. So she’d just attempted to dull her JEALOUS RAGE with cocktails. Then she’d caught Natsuki whispering sweet nothings in her ex-girlfriend’s ear. Kissing her near the lips. And HOLY FUCK had that finally fractured the camel’s spine and caused all its bones to distintegrate into a PITIFUL HEAP on the floor. And thus, she’d thrown herself ass first onto the sofa beside Makoto. (Sae had JUST gone to the bathroom to relieve herself.) And she threw an arm around her former Owner. Uncharacteristic -- Especially since streaking her hair a VIBRANT RED. But she needed an excused to force space between Makoto and Natsuki. And she could always BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL. Index finger lingered itself against Makoto’s navy and black corset and in the moment that aquatic orbs met pools of fire, not even the Orange Sunrises could drown out the sheer WAVE of chemicals that got her heart racing. Oxytocin secreting from the pituitary gland in her brain. And breath slipping free HOTLY & INDISCREETLY. A few seconds ticked on by with parted lips and a subconscious screaming at the blonde to PULL THE FUCK AWAY. Something else wanted her to TOUCH THE FIRE AGAIN. But luckily (or perhaps not so much...) She was still JUST SOBER ENOUGH that her inhibitions won out. Trance breaking and another breathy exhale spilling from lungs before she finished. “I think... That it’s time for games. Truth or Dare. Never Have I Ever. Take your pick. I pick DARE by the--”
                                                                                   “AHEM!!”
That drew the attention of both NATSUKI -- Who had spent the last few minutes whining out complaints and offenses that had went UNHEARD by Ann. Shouting out that it just WASN’T FAIR and that she’d already asked Makoto FIRST to perform karaoke with her. Even telling Ann to stop being such a THOT of all things. And pleading out for Makoto’s help. As well as Ann who looked just about ready to SCRAP. “First of all...” Simple step over and she grabbed at her sister’s wrist, pulling her from the mess of LOOSE LIPS, WEBBING LIMBS & SPITEFUL CALCULATORS that were Natsuki and Ann. Not that she’d ENTIRELY done it for Makoto’s sake. As would be evidenced within a few seconds. “So, apparently, I can’t even go to the bathroom for two minutes without DUMB & DUMBER attempting to ruin the party.” Childish insults weren’t Sae’s forte. But she’d also intentionally chose them to be DEMEANING. As if neither of her love rivals were worthy of RESPECT. “That said, I DO agree with Ann for once in my life. Something I never thought I’d have to say.” Pause. Devilish smirk curling at vindictive lips. “But I suppose even a BROKEN CLOCK is right TWICE A DAY.” Tut and a sigh, eyes out for blood scanning the duo. Shiho was piping up in DEFENSE of Ann. Or attempting to. Ann grabbing her hand and telling her not to. Something about how NOTHING could be MORE WRONG than two sisters fucking each other. No wonder Ann was trying to quiet her triggered friend. Natsuki meanwhile was all huffy and twisted away. Eyes PEEKING OUT at Makoto occasionally. Sae was beginning to learn how to READ THE BITCH. For a poet, Natsuki spoke more in BODY LANGUAGE than in WORDS. “So. I suppose that’s TWO VOTES for drinking games or just party games in general. And since they were Makoto’s idea. In much the same vein that Natsuki kicked off our poetry recitals earlier.” The poetry recitals were somewhat of a JEALOUS SORE SPOT for the girls. After all, there was no doubt that Makoto was going to win. Considering the insane depth of bias all around the room. Were Ann, Sae and Natsuki gonna vote for each other? NOT. A. CHANCE. But... There was one girl who had found herself in QUITE the unenviable bind: Her baby sister. Makoto had one vote to cast across three. Four, technically, but a vote for Shiho spoke louder than a vote for any of her COMPETING PETS. No matter who she picked, at least two girls were gonna get their egos carved to pieces. And they’d clearly NOT YET RECOVERED. “I think you should pick the game and the first person. Truth. By the way. If you pick me first.” She had a SNEAKING SUSPICION that Natsuki would pick--
“DARE...” Demeanor spoke of a FURIOUS DISCONTENT that she’d quite possibly been usurped in her entire idea. She had no clue that Makoto had been AVOIDING karaoke tonight. Or indeed even WHY. (Natsuki had MISSED that particular disaster.) “Though, I still think, since she IS the host. She should ALSO be allowed to still pick KARAOKE!!” Petulence bled from her form. Arms crossed. Lips pouting. Body ramrod stiff. Death glares levelling at Sae and Ann. “Well? Which is it gonna be?” Not that she was ABSENT PLAN if Makoto did pick games. Especially if she picked Truth or Dare. She’d be STUMPED if she picked Never Have I Ever. And in all honesty, Never Have I Ever frightened her. She had a lot less CONTROL over her secrets with a game like THAT. And while she had held a certain amount of information PRIVATE from Makoto. She would not outwardly LIE to her tonight. (Honestly doubted she could with so much alcohol buzzing her brain.)
                                              SHE WAS SICK OF KEEPING SECRETS.
