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Truth or Hydrate (Elastic Droid X Streamer! Reader)
Fandom: RPF
Requested: Nope
Warnings: Language (as always), alcohol, sexual jokes, chat calling reader a "pick me," basically word for word of the video just in a different order.
Summary: During the Truth or Hydrate stream, everyone gets a little too drunk, but it's all fun and games until someone's feelings get hurt.
W.C. 1916
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"What's up gamers? How y'all doing today?" Droid started off as people began flooding into the stream. I was grabbing a couple of drinks from the fridge as the guys bantered back and forth before taking the spot on the ground between Droid and Grizzy. "Someone wanna explain bruh? It's a lot."
"Bitch, it's your thing!" Grizzy laughed along with Puffer and Pezzy while rolled my eyes and cracked open a Mike's.
"Geez, we're doing truth or drink," Droid explained, going into deeper detail. Puffer, jokingly, started snoring, so Droid said, "Aye, quiet down in the back, yeah?"
"Chat says it's a slumber party," I laughed, pointing out the one message I could see from my spot.
"Guys, take your shoes off, stay awhile. Slumber party!" Pezzy joked, enthusiastically. "Are your feet stinky?"
"Mine aren't, but I'd rather Droid keep his shoes on," I pressed, pushing his feet away from me with a laugh as he tried to smell them. He put them toward Puffer to which he gagged before pushing Droid's feet away.
"I can smell them from here actually! Those actually smell," Puffer complained. Droid tried to smell his feet again, and he made a face before putting his shoes on.
"You realized they stink?" I asked rhetorically, plugging my nose and leaning away.
"Don't act like yours smell like roses," He retorted, pushing his feet toward me.
"I showered today, so they smell like my soap, dumbass," I cringed as I shoved his feet away.
"Okay, what are we doing?" Pezzy asked.
"This is the dealio," Droid started. "Truth or drink. If someone doesn't want to answer a question, they have to take a shot."
"Oh, this was meant to be hot sauce?" Grizzy asked, looking at the box.
"Yeah, wanna try it?" I asked, jokingly pulling out a mini Tabasco from my pocket and offering it to him.
"No," Grizzy said skeptically.
"He's a pussy, dude," Pezzy stated.
"Y'all keep it at 89 fucking degrees in this house. You think I want hot sauce right now?" Grizzy emphasized.
