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Lucky turned around when he started hearing the word 'ring' coming from at least half the people in the room, and turned a shade paler than before. Rep was roaring about killing everyone in the room. And... other things he was pretty sure Song was only making up. But there, on his finger, was the ring.

Lucky discreetly assessed that nobody had been injured or poisoned or any of the other colorfully gruesome side effects of magic rings in the library archive. Well. There were worse ways to test an artifact... hell, Rep had put it on himself.

Tampered with or not, the only thing that was going to get him through this was more vodka. He poured another generous cup and settled in to watch, trying not to look too interested, but mostly failing at that in his current state of inebriation.

"I feeeeel... I feel like... this game isn't bein played right," Jerry slurred, sloshing his drink about in it's cup happily, "Rep! Rep rep rep what is your opinion on kittens." Yes. Yes this was a good question he felt in his alcohol addled mind.

Harrison gave Rep a sympathetic look and went to check the fridge.

There wasn't a lot of fresh dairy on the island.

"...Hell. You want to try soap?" Dakota had to have some of that. He grabbed a bottle from the sink.

Jerry gave a startled gasp, "What did the kittens ever do to you??"

Jordan smiled at Melvin. "I'll only put it on first if I get your word that you'll stick around and carry out your half of it afterward. Otherwise I'd have to track you down with it some other time."

Melvin looked pained at that phrasing. His word. If it was one thing his father had taught him, it was a man's word was everything. That didn't mean he couldn't ditch out and be later found, since it still kept his word on putting on the ring at some point. He'd have to think on that.

"Fine." He said through clenched teeth. Damn his desire to ask questions. He was done with talking with Rep, but Jordan was another story.

"Look ******** delightful to wear is what they did to me." Rep snapped back at Jerry.

His relief as Harrison came to the rescue was immense and he held out his hand deferentially. He wasn't expecting to be asked anything, so found himself answering before he even realised what he was doing.

"There are a lot of ******** things I want to say man. I just never do because you are so quiet and I don't want to make s**t awkward and B0nez will be in your head and he'll be like oh come on don't be such a sappy p***y and I don't want either of you to think less of me so I think about s**t and I never say it and I just let things bother me until its too much to handle and by the time I do say s**t no one ever has any idea just how critical s**t's gotten. I love both you guys and can say it with a ******** truth ring on." Even if it was a whole lot ******** harder to say without. "The things I want to say you'd never understand. Like how I'll never ******** feel like I'm good enough, I'll always be afraid of losing you, that I'm ******** terrified of hurting you or trying new things because of the risk of looking stupid. Why are you asking me questions?" He gave the ring a final twist and it slid off.

"Thank ******** tossed it on the table, rubbing the angry red line around his finger where it had been.

"There."

Melvin didn't like touching hands, but shaking hands was one of those rules to making a deal, especially one that touched on a more masculine aspect, that even he couldn't just gloss over it. As uncomfortable as he seemed, he took Jordan's hand very lightly uncaring if that gesture came off as weak to the other man. The action was a bit too intimate for his liking. "Deal." He said and quickly took his hand back.