Welcome to Gaia! ::

Life and limb had been risked to recover a little alcohol, settled on one of the tables in the university basement, so whether there was time enough to fully enjoy it or not [there wasn't], Austin intended to use it to make the absolutely most of their situation with the only acceptable solution:

ANOTHER DRINKING GAME!

The last one had turned kind of sad, so he thought this time something with a bit more structure would be smart. Something that used a battered deck of cards, also rescued from the casino. Something that would get them smashed, and ******** any potential consequences.

The answer was something that they played at his frat, that went a little something like this:

________________________________________

FOTCH:

When it's your turn -- aka, whenever you want, because sticking to post order will make no sense in this RP --
Draw one card [generate a number from 1-13, where 1 is ace, 13 is king, 12 is queen, 11 is jack]

The card you draw determines what you, according to the following rules:

Ace [one] is wild -- choose any prompt you'd like from 2-10
Two is for you -- assign someone else to take a drink
Three is for me -- you take a drink
Four forward -- the next person to post has to drink
Five busts a jive -- you have to stand up and do a dance move
Six gets a fix -- you get a sip of water! this undoes one drink
Seven is no heaven -- dare someone to do something. if they refuse, they drink twice
Eight is for mates -- pick someone; every time you drink they drink too!
Nine bust a rhyme -- everything you say must be said in rhyme for this post
Ten goes again -- drink, then draw again immediately
Jack [eleven] is no liar -- tell a truth about yourself; anything you'd like
Queen [twelve] asks questions -- ask anyone a question; they must answer
King [thirteen] rules the castle -- make up a rule everyone must obey*

*this should be silly, like not saying a particular word or ending everything they say with 'according to prophecy'

Continue playing until you feel your char is TOO DRUNK TO CONTINUE. Hey, maybe then it'll be time for the final boss fight!

________________________________________

Austin took the deck of cards and, slowly, fanned it out on the table, face down. Rum at his left, his own eyes somewhat tired, his clothes a wreck -- but he looked otherwise alert, and more than a little excited for this possibility.

If Austin looked rough, Liam looked worst. Of course, having been smashed into a building by a giant invisible something did take it's toll. Justin had got him patched up again, but there were new bandages, including a pink bandaid across the bridge of his nose. Like the others that had ventured out to the casino in search of booze, he looked a bit worn himself, but it was mingled with a certain hard to deny satisfaction.

In his possession he had two bottles. One was a bottle of UV blue, mostly full. The other, something he had never heard of before, he had resting between his knees on his chair. That one was for Caroline.

Arm folded on the table, chin resting on top of them, he looked up at Austin. "What game are we playing?"

Hitsu wandered up to the table out of curiosity more than anything. They all looked more battered than she'd ever seen, herself included.

"I don't have any booze stashed away," she stated, "unless someone would like to share. I will still happily watch the rest of you drink until you can't see straight, if not."

She claimed an empty chair, anticipating to do the latter. It could still be plenty entertaining, after all. If only she had a camera.

Austin blinked a bit, considering Kammy's dare -- mock-affronted by the suggestion that he wasn't nice, while simultaneously trying to come up with something he could do to satisfy her terms. It meant that for just a moment, he sat with his mouth just a little open, baffled --

and then he grinned.

"Well, I'm running this game, aren't I?" It was smooth, he thought. Hard to argue with that.

So, another drinking game? Well, the first one had been mostly fun, so Dylan claimed a drink, and settled in. He didn't really care what they played, as he was sure that whatever it was would be fun.

He looked over the rules briefly, and then drew a card. He had to rhyme. Well, there was an easy solution that, just not to talk but that didn't seem to be in the spirit of the game. "This should be fun, but can this game even be won?"

The brunette shot a look at Harvard, but it didn't carry the same sort of withering heat it used to. More an annoyed flash, there and gone, before Harper's claim of the seat across from him stole his attention. It had him lifting his head, grinning back at her as he reached up to touch the bandage on his nose. "I'm not sure if it's all the necessary, Justin was in charge of patching me up this time." He didn't remember hitting his face, but...oh well. She thought it was cute.

Spirits rising, he reached out and took a card from the pile.

The sight of Corey already there received a reaction that was a bit strange, coming from a grown woman looking at a college student: it was the exact expression that preceded 's**t, it's the cops', and Caroline seemed just as ready to make a run for it.

But Corey didn't seem angry, and appeared to be comfortable allowing it. After breaking at least half of their own rules, she finally felt guilt-free about this one.

"Five is a terrible number. You should even it out." She broke her silence with the suggestion as she moved to sit as close to Harvard as she could, making no attempt at subtlety.

"Glad to see all of you made it back." Austin got the biggest smile in particular - not mocking or sarcastic, but markedly playful. "Sorry to not have the chance to take you up on that dare."

There was a small hint of surprise on Harper’s face when Liam mentioned Justin patched him up, she never would have guessed he was good at playing doctor. “Well I think you should keep even if you don’t need it. You doing ok?”

Harper also flashed a small grin to Corey as she joined the group.

Taking a card from the pile she hoped it was something that involved drinking and less dancing.

Rhyme. Bleeeehhh. "Oh ******** this card sucks?" That rhymed right.