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[ Vash/Melvin dare ]


Melvin watched as October went and started to dare people and suddenly got what this was all about. In no time flat, he was already pointed at for a dare right after another. His eyes went about the room and he felt a slowly sinking feeling at having to pick any of them from the short list of people he actually would want to give a hickey, but he also knew that some of these hunters were new which was a great opportunity to actually kiss someone without them instantly tying to where his mouth had once engaged upon. To keep himself from being tied with an actual preference and in some way incriminating himself by singling out one person that would openly state he wanted, he instead looked over to the first one dared.

"You have to grab someone to carry right? You can pick for me." And so Melvin went to find a seat and sat down.

[Nora dares - Anything goes]

Oliver hesitated, glancing between the large man and the lady who was now offering the hug in a much less overwhelming manner.

"It's a dare, right?" He asked her sheepishly, scratching the faded scar that crossed his freckled nose. Pale eyes darted back to the large group who were getting quite... rambunctious. Although he wasn't sure he wanted to join in, he couldn't leave her hanging like that.

Oliver leaned forward and gave the lady a polite hug. "I wouldn't want you to lose or anything," he murmured, already turning slightly pink with embarrassment.

[Micah - Anything goes]

There was a largish group of people in the lounge. Micah had made it about halfway through the area on his way through when he realized that some of them were naked. "What the hell," he said, pausing to process this.

[ Roswell - Anything goes ]

Roswell slumped against the side of the chair, relieving Lysander of the bottle. "We should find you a mixer, sir."

Nonetheless, he took a good swallow himself, welcoming the burn of alcohol.

"Oh, that's good. It's been too long. It has been hell, trying to scrap together an existence without a molecule of spending money."

Roswell had very secretly hoped Merric would return the favor, since it felt like as far as everyone kissing there was one very glaring exception, but Merric seemed a little overwhelmed.

[ SEREN DARES - Nothing Romantic/ No Rule Breaking / Nothing 2sexual]

Seren had a flash of disappointment at his reaction, but immediately went into an apologetic behavior. "OH Terribly sorry, I just didn't see... something, I have no idea what I tripped on. Terribly clumsy of me. Can you imagine if I'd had my weapon out? By the time I made it to you, I'd have skewered myself. I can see the epithet now... 'Seren Yong: Death By Humiliating Self Defeat.' Or if I'm really skilled, 'Defeet', ya know?" She looked over the top sorrowful at herself, her eyes on his, wondering if she could get him to laugh by mocking herself. "And I mean, the stories that might follow... 'Oh yes, this is the spot where some one tripped on what seems like nothing and died.' I'm so terribly sorry, I never meant to trip!"

[ Merric - anything goes ]


His head was still sort of spinning in twelve different directions at once. Merric was very aware of both Lysander and Roswell sitting near to him, their mutual presences both a reassurance and a confusion that he wasn't quite ready or sure how to figure out yet.

This was all too much.

Merric reached out a hand, grabbed the remaining bottle from the young man's armful, and twisted the cap off blindly before tilting it up and downing a healthy swallow.

It was very sweet. And not nearly boozy enough for how Merric was feeling right now.

"Trade you," he said to Roswell, holding out the bottle as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, cheeks still a little flushed. "I could use something a little stronger, if you don't mind."

[ Vash/Melvin/October dare ]

Melvin waited, making himself comfortable and set his hands on the armrest to wait for whoever Vash picked. What he did pick was the original darer himself, and he couldn't help smile at the vindictive nature of turning the dare back on the deliverer - not that he was complaining. As it was, he was just the victim of a dare that he had the integrity to go through with, and was trying to be fun with everyone else. Unlike truth truth back on the island, he was not the one starting this either. Win Win.

He winced as the man was dropped like a sack of potatoes onto his lap and looked up at Vash. "You would make the worst knight." He commented.

Adjusting the weight in his lap, he looked over October and noticed that the man was certainly layered, but found himself slightly thrilled to see his attire. Far from white, and more akin to the kids he shared mosh-pits with on weekend leave.

"Hello Princess." He said with a smile, and decided that the banana and neck scarf just had to go. "Excuse me while I undress her highness." He said, and went up to pull at the knot at the back of his head, pulling it away and let it drop to October's lap. One layer down. He moved to the scarf at his neck and making sure not to choke him, cause how dare he do such a horrible thing in public, he let that drop onto the young man's lap as well.

Now fully exposed, Melvin moved under him to slightly tilt October to a bit more of a angle that worked for him, trying to get him to dip his head back and expose more of his neck to him. (A count to royalty. Maybe he should have been given plastic fangs for the dare too.) His skin was certainly pale, no doubt from a time of sheltering behind soft fabrics, and he wondered about the overall sensitivity of such a place mixed with the primal response to protect vital areas. The neck wasn't a commonly shared or touched area, and sometimes even quick flings ignored such a spot in lieu of more direct areas of stimulation. But it was a place that spiked a sense of trust and fear where certain things could either go from passionately great to fatally wrong very quickly, and he moved a hand up to run a thumb over the line of his throat like strumming the neck of a guitar, though the pulsing beat was strumming strong elsewhere instead.

"Don't squirm too much or else it might hurt." He warned him, though the smile was not at all well hidden.

His hand moved to lay flat against October's chest to hold him there but also to take stock of his heartbeat. The other cupped at the back of his neck, fingers gripping the top and holding it in place. Dipping low, he moved in but stopped just before he started just to breath in.

There was something strangely sweet to the smell of him. Like some fruity candy or sugar crystals, mixed with the smell of some fading cologne that still clung to his skin but probably was otherwise muted out by all the fabric from before. In the mist, there was a sort of dampness from the rain outside that hadn't yet dried away, making the smell even heavier from the heat that naturally came from an area where the blood pumped so close to the surface. It was far from the experience he was used too of overpriced cologne, and the neck was far more fuller and more flushed with color despite the lack of any sun.

He breathed out now, letting his own breath ghost against the jugular, before he dipped down and pressed into a kiss. Hickey's were markers of some occasion, some passionate moment where reckless carelessness was imprinted on skin, and it only fueled some delight that he could be dared to selfishly stamp some type of undeserved bruise of intimacy on the man. The skin itself had resistance to it from tight muscle, vein,and vocal chords, and he parted his mouth to start the necessary suckling as he pressed his tongue against the skin and worked to make as wide of a mark as he could without loosing the necessary vacuum to make sure the mark stayed for at least a little while before his weapon decided to ruin his endeavor. The hand as the back of his neck tightened as the hand on his chest made sure he didn't move too much and he would continue for some time before, satisfied that he couldn't break any more blood vessels without going a few more times - he decided to finish. This was done with just the barest nick of his own teeth against the now reddening spot and he pulled away.

"A nice rosy apple for your highness." He said, moving his hand at his chest away and using the one at his neck to push him back up to a more appropriate sitting posture.