〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement

Chapter 75: Only Truth.

Naples, Italy. December 31st, 1999.

"Mista, Truth or Dare?

- Dare!"

A most banal New Year's Eve. Fugo smirked and that didn't bode well.

"Drink four shots.

- ... NEVER!!"

Mista had just jumped to his feet, threatening Fugo with his finger. But the teenager only laughed.

"Are you going to chicken out for a number?

- It's not just a number! I swear, this bullshit brings bad luck!

- I say you're chickening out", Narancia laughed.

"N-No!

- Well", Abbacchio groaned, "you play or you take your forfeit.

- ... what's the forfeit again?

- Go pole-dancing on a lamp post, naked in the street", Narancia chuckled.

"... you are the worst.

- You're the one who came up with this idea!

- Shut up, I'm concentrating."

He grabbed his first shot, hand shaking, and gulped it down. His throat might be on fire, but he didn't hesitate to take a second one. And a third. Bucciarati sighed, sitting in an armchair, a glass of red wine in his hand.

"Easy on the alcohol, Mista."

Abbacchio gulped at those words, but he pretended nothing had happened, glancing at the bottle of vodka in front of him, a single glass of fruit juice in his hand. On entering Passione, he had promised Bucciarati not to drink anymore. And even if he had failed miserably, no one was supposed to know. Apart from her. From time to time, the young woman crossed his gaze with concern, wondering how long he would last. And for his part, Mista was shaking, his fourth shot in hand.

"I can't, guys! I can't!

- Come on Mista', (Y/N) encouraged him.

"I can't, I can't, not four!

- Are you chickening out?" Fugo asked in a mocking voice.

"N-No!"

But Mista almost had tears in his eyes.

"Hey, Mista", (Y/N) said. "You drank other shots before those, didn't you? So technically, you're not on your fourth. Easy!"

Mista's face lit up with a big smile and his shoulders slumped, as if the words that his eldest brought him were freeing him from an immense weight.

"Fuck, I love you (Y/N)! This one's for you!"

Bottoms up. And they all burst out laughing. Except Abbacchio, who barely cracked a smile. No doubt he was fighting an inner battle to stay with them and not look too suspicious. (Y/N) was dying to distract him to try to help him. But it wasn't his turn.

"Narancia!

- Mmm?

- Truth or Dare?

- Truth!

- Who is the person you admire the most in this room?

- Ha! But that's easy!"

Narancia jumped off the couch for no apparent reason, excited as usual. Maybe a little more than usual, considering the astronomical amount of soda he had drunk.

"Bucciarati obviously!

- Aaaw", (Y/N) said.

Bucciarati smiled at the beaming teenager. Because Bucciarati was touched in the heart, very moved by this declaration. And he would almost have had tears in his eyes if Narancia hadn't energetically asked him: