Ariel waved. "This game is kind of neat, isn't it?" She beamed. "Anyway, spin the bottle!"
"Neat is one word to describe it.."
Hold your muse’s hand
Jessica's hands hovered a moment, before settling on the other red-head's, covering her pale and delicate fingers, soft from a lifetime of salt-water and gentle use, with the satin webbing of her gloves. Her smile reached only the corners of her eyes, and her laugh was demure,
"Come along, darling. I know a place we could better be, mm?"
Never Have I Ever Dared... || Ariel, Faci, Jess, Kristoff [open?]
NOTE: This is going to be a SHORT RESPONSE thread and only semi-canon.
It's for funsies. You can join if you're up for rapid reblogs and super short responses. :D
Potentially mature~
"Rules are this."
Jessica set her glass down and glowered at the people around the table.
"Never have I ever. If you've never, you're fine. If you have, you get a point. First five points gets a truth or dare question-- And no backing out, darlings, you know I can't stand it."
She grinned wolfishly, and beamed, "Drinks optional! But highly suggested-- Except you, Fins. I worry about your tolerance, dear." She raised a brow at Ariel, "And don't let the good Doc' here persuade you into trying to outdrink him. I think he's more fish than you are. Now!"
She fanned her fingers and slammed her palms into the table,
"Never have I ever, and I swear this is true don't you give me that look, Doc', sabotaged another woman's love life..."
There was a pause, then a drink, to which she added, "Intentionally."
Ariel looked at the small handful of hearts she found in her hands, sighing softly. Slowly, one by one, she put them in the water so that they'd float down below to her friend. "I hope you're all right, Urchin," she whispered softly. "I'm sorry for hurting you..."
Urchin leaned on his pike, exhaling a slow stream of bubbles. He had three more hours on this patrol, and it was moving as quickly as a sea-slug in a patch of sticky kelp. Chewing on his lip he looked upwards-- Perhaps there'd finally be a passing boat, or something to break the monotony.
Instead, there was a shadow, fleeting and gone before he could catch it or follow, and a slow shower. He braced himself for nets or worse--
And found, falling downwards, a rain of slowly disintegrating paper hearts. His mouth went dry and he looked back to the sea floor and away, heart hammering in his ears.
Urchin ground them under his pike, and moved on.There was nothing happening here.
