(A/N - This ones shorter to excuse me from the quite lengthy one before.)
After a hard day in the blaring sun protesting against WCKED, a drink is just what you need. You made your way over to the main room in the Right Arm. After meeting up with Jasper, your brother, he told you about the new recruit. A munie from WCKED.
You were at first shocked that they'd let someone from WCKED join but after Jasper explained they were part of the Maze Trials, you would be crazy not to understand.
You decided to ditch your brother as he started telling his friends one of your many embarrassing stories from when you were kids. You walked around the room for a while before sitting at the makeshift bar area to made. After ordering your usual, a whiskey, you sat at the chairs you also made.
The man next to you interrupted your stare off with the darted painting of WCKED. "Hey. I'm Gally." You quickly added things together and came to the conclusion that this was the munie.
"Hey munie."
"Mu- what?" He burrowed his eyebrows and then leant closer to you. "That better have not been an insult, shank." He remained his short distance from you as if to scare you. You turned and close the remaining area between you both but he didn't flinch.
"The hell is a shank, munie?" You whispered to his quite spectacularly sculpted face.
"Why don't we get out of here and I'll show you, beautiful?" His intimidating tone changed to this flirtatious whisper. Though you could still hear a hint of domination in his voice.
You raised your eyebrows. Coolly, you grabbed your drink and raised a middle finger to Gally's face. "I don't get with munies." You sneered.
After returning to your friends, Leo and Shayla, you couldn't stop thinking of how quick the munie's voice switched. Bipolar? Maybe. You relaxed back into your seat and exhale shakily. Get that boy off your mind right now and focus on now.
"Yeah, what do you say, Y/n? You up for it?" Shayla tapped your shoulder.
"Sorry, I wasn't listening. What's happening?" Your words were slurred and you forgot how much of a a lightweight you were. "What percentage is this bloody whiskey?" You added talking to yourself.
"Y/n. We're going to go play parlour games. You in or not?" Leo rolled his eyes and smirked. He could obviously see you were already drunk.
"Hells yeah. Come on then slowpokes." You stood up too quickly. Your sight blacked out for a moment but when it cleared you found your friends and ran to catch up.
The games were happening upstairs, of course. Someone was hoping to get a shag out of this and you could bet who. Your legs trembled after reaching the top of the stairs and you felt light headed but Leo and Shayla managed to get you through the door.
Inside there were about 15 other people sat around on the close couches and chairs. There was an apple being thrown around the room and at random bystanders. Before you could brace yourself, someone had thrown it to you.
The apple dropped at your feet after hitting your hand quite roughly. The crowded room was in uproar as you picked it up. The hell? Then someone called out, "Okay, Y/n. Truth or Dare?"
You quickly remembered this game from the last party you held. It ended up in so much drama and was not worth it at all. But it was fun.
"What do you think, Tracky? Dare of course!" You laughed and leant against the wall behind you. "Fucking give me a shit one and I'll personally feed you to the cranks."
The scruffy man on the couch laughed and threw the apple that you passed back just before announcing your choice.
"Well, I've got nothing. Hey, Sed, you got anything?" Tracky chucked the apple across the room to Sedmund.
