Jachary Oneshots.

V - Vanish

Jonah gives me "I have so much shit on my stupid friends" vibes. He's like Natasha but less...scary. Some would argue that Natashlia Rusmanoff is hotter too. I have no opinion because I WILL GET HATED ON IF I CALL ONE HOTTER THAN THE OTHER.

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If you told Jack that he'd be sitting in a circle with his friends with bottles of alcohol and in a pair of stilettos a year ago when he was just the awkward weirdo, he'd probably laugh at you. Yet here he was.

"So...what exactly are we doing?" Daniel, the ever-so sweet summer child, asked.

"Can't you tell? We're going to drink until Jack's not the only one wearing those heels." Corbyn replied. 

"Okay listen, Jonah blackmailed me! For the...'mature' and 'responsible' man he is, he happens to have folders and folders and folders of blackmail material." Jack exclaimed, defensively.

"Do you have anything on me?" Zach asked, peering up at Jonah, who was sporting his best poker face. Jonah leaned forward, resting his hands on his chin, lips pulling into a suspicious smirk.

"What do you think?" 

Zach glanced at the other three, alarmed. "I am...slightly concerned."

Corbyn rolled his eyes and stood up, stumbling slightly. How the fuck was he already tipsy? They'd just started (it'd taken awhile to get the drinks - they'd had to meet up with a shady fellow who called himself Jschlatt to get the drinks. After all, they were kind of...underage. Whoops.) drinking! He grabbed an empty bottle of orange cream soda and placed it in the center of their circle-but-not-really (circles were hard to create with people. Jack ought to cut off Jonah's hand since he seemed to keep sliding out of the perfect circle they'd started with every time he reached behind him to grab the Coors light that was behind him. What could he say? Jack was OCD). 

"So what do we have here?" Jack asked, eyebrows raised.

Corbyn switched the lights off, leaving only a dark red hue coming from the LEDs lining Corbyn's ceiling in the room. He plopped down on the floor and smirked. "Boys, get ready for the spiciest game of Truth or Dare you've ever played." 

With how quiet the room was, you could probably hear a pin drop. 

"Truth or dare? Really?" Jonah said, clearly unimpressed.

"Sure, why not." Zach replied at the same time. Jonah grunted and sighed. In the end, he gave in (after Zach looked up at him sadly).

"How do we go about this?" Daniel asked, scratching his head. Corbyn smirked, eyes filled with...frightening joy.

An hour later, Corbyn had blue hair, Daniel had a face full of makeup and a plaid skirt, Jonah was passed out on the couch, half dead from almost getting arrested for vandalism, Zach was soaking wet with a crudely drawn mustache on his face and Jack had a tattoo on his ankle.

Corbyn groaned, "I'm in paaaaaiiinnn."

Daniel made a face. "This was your idea. You have no right to complain." Daniel picked at his skirt. 

Jonah snorted, "At least you didn't almost get arrested. If I ended up in jail, my degree would've flown straight out the window."

"I'm allergic to sharpies, Daniel. Why did you draw a mustached on my face, Daniel? If I die it's your fault, Daniel." Zach said, sniffling. Jack rolled his eyes.

"This wasn't a good idea."

The group simultaneously shook their heads no.

Daniel sighed. "Jack? Truth or dare."