15min fic #89
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Title~ Truth or Dare?
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Nol's mine, words are mine, but Alex, Meir and some random pub in Meir are all Xellie's ^^
Notes~ 15 minute fic word 89. As you can prolly gather from reading the title and disclaimer, Nol and Alex playing truth or dare in a pub in Meir.
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Nolryn shook his head in disbelief as the waitress wove her way into the throng of people. “Foreign, foreign concept,” he mumbled, then turned back to his beer.
Alex grinned. “Welcome to Meir,” he said, then shrugged. “Doesn’t work everywhere though.”
“Honestly? If being prince got me cheap beer in one single pub in Ni-Yana, I’d be a happy man.” He looked down into his nearly-free drink and took an experimental swig, examining the amber fluid in his glass as he swilled it around his mouth.
“It’s no Sunset, I know,” the incubus apologised, “But you won’t get any better here.”
The Raykinian prince shrugged. “I’ll be full before I get drunk on it, but I’ve had worse.”
Alex grinned again, then laid out two tiny glasses. Shot glasses, Nol had been told. He’d never seen the point of them.
“Truth or dare?” the incubus said suddenly, a devious glint in his eye.
Nolryn blinked, glass halfway to his lips. “Say that again?”
“Drinking game,” Alex said by way of explanation, then returned the prince’s blank look with a sigh. “If you say truth, I ask you a question. If it’s true, I take a shot; if it’s false, you take one.”
Nol nodded slowly. “And dare?”
The incubus’ grin cocked further. “I dare you to do something. If you can’t do it, I take a shot…”
“And if I can, I take it?”
“Bingo.”
“And the aim is to get drunk?” Nol asked, looking poignantly at his glass.
“Normally, yeah, but since that’s not going to be happening tonight, we’ll just go for whoever finishes his glass first.”
“Works for me,” Nol answered, then thought for a moment. “Okay, because I’m really not in the mood for getting up: truth.”
Alex leant back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head, looking at the ceiling and generally making a great show of pretending to think of a question.
“Come on, out with it. You’ve obviously been burning to ask me this for a while.”
“Okay, okay. Nolryn, Crown Prince of Raykin,” he began, then paused as though still contemplating his question. The aforementioned prince half raised his eyebrows.
“Do you love ‘may partly—not only, partly—because her height, black wings and overall Desert-like appearance remind you just a titchy bit of Yan?”
Nolryn blinked slowly, struggling to keep a straight face. “You must be joking,” he said finally, the last word dying in a peal of laughter.
“So that’s a yes, then?”
Nol snorted again and began pouring himself his first shot. If this was to be the angle of the incubus’ questions, Nol could see himself cruising to an easy win.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Nol's mine, words are mine, but Alex, Meir and some random pub in Meir are all Xellie's ^^
Notes~ 15 minute fic word 89. As you can prolly gather from reading the title and disclaimer, Nol and Alex playing truth or dare in a pub in Meir.
Nolryn shook his head in disbelief as the waitress wove her way into the throng of people. “Foreign, foreign concept,” he mumbled, then turned back to his beer.
Alex grinned. “Welcome to Meir,” he said, then shrugged. “Doesn’t work everywhere though.”
“Honestly? If being prince got me cheap beer in one single pub in Ni-Yana, I’d be a happy man.” He looked down into his nearly-free drink and took an experimental swig, examining the amber fluid in his glass as he swilled it around his mouth.
“It’s no Sunset, I know,” the incubus apologised, “But you won’t get any better here.”
The Raykinian prince shrugged. “I’ll be full before I get drunk on it, but I’ve had worse.”
Alex grinned again, then laid out two tiny glasses. Shot glasses, Nol had been told. He’d never seen the point of them.
“Truth or dare?” the incubus said suddenly, a devious glint in his eye.
Nolryn blinked, glass halfway to his lips. “Say that again?”
“Drinking game,” Alex said by way of explanation, then returned the prince’s blank look with a sigh. “If you say truth, I ask you a question. If it’s true, I take a shot; if it’s false, you take one.”
Nol nodded slowly. “And dare?”
The incubus’ grin cocked further. “I dare you to do something. If you can’t do it, I take a shot…”
“And if I can, I take it?”
“Bingo.”
“And the aim is to get drunk?” Nol asked, looking poignantly at his glass.
“Normally, yeah, but since that’s not going to be happening tonight, we’ll just go for whoever finishes his glass first.”
“Works for me,” Nol answered, then thought for a moment. “Okay, because I’m really not in the mood for getting up: truth.”
Alex leant back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head, looking at the ceiling and generally making a great show of pretending to think of a question.
“Come on, out with it. You’ve obviously been burning to ask me this for a while.”
“Okay, okay. Nolryn, Crown Prince of Raykin,” he began, then paused as though still contemplating his question. The aforementioned prince half raised his eyebrows.
“Do you love ‘may partly—not only, partly—because her height, black wings and overall Desert-like appearance remind you just a titchy bit of Yan?”
Nolryn blinked slowly, struggling to keep a straight face. “You must be joking,” he said finally, the last word dying in a peal of laughter.
“So that’s a yes, then?”
Nol snorted again and began pouring himself his first shot. If this was to be the angle of the incubus’ questions, Nol could see himself cruising to an easy win.