Characters play truth or dare. Hijinks ensue + “I dare you to gargle this whole jar of mayonnaise.” “WHY?” “Because I hate you.” (32/50)
“Truth or Dare, Roman?”
“Dare,” Roman says immediately. He decides to ignore Virgil muttering that this is the worst decision he’s made this evening.
Remus grins. “Oh?” Before Roman has a chance to make a tactical retreat — and it’s not playing chicken — Remus pulls a jar out of his bag. No one has questioned the contents of the green duffel bag since Virgil poked at it and the contents promptly started writhing. The jar is... fairly unassuming. If he really thought about it, it faintly reminded him of the mayonnaise jar that had gone missing from the kitchen cupboard.
Hold his magnificent princely horses, it looked like the mayonnaise jar that had gone missing from the kitchen cupboard.
...Remus wouldn’t. Roman likes to think of himself as an optimist, but he can still remember the feral cats. But Remus wouldn’t.
“I dare you to gargle this whole jar of mayonnaise.”
Apparently he would. Roman doesn’t know why he bothers to doubt his brother anymore. “Why?”
“Because I hate you,” Remus supplies helpfully, and drops the jar into Roman’s lap.
