Hooky Dump

(UNFINISHED) Danico-Party games

Note: this is pre-time skip, when Dani's 13 and Nico's 16 (I think he's 16 correct me if it's older or younger but I know he's the same age as mark he's just shorter bc remember they went to high school together but pls correct me if I'm wrong)

I'm just chilling in my room with Carlo when Monica yells at everyone to come up to the balcony. I get up to go see what she's going on about. By the time I get up, Dani's already there and Dorian's struggling to keep up with her. He's so lazy...
I laugh and sit down at one of the seats on the small table beside the balcony.
Monica's eyes light up. "Guys," she says. "The master isn't here today!"

"Yeah, so?" I ask.
"So? Nico, how can you be so uncultured?" She exclaims, dramatically. "Um-" "when the head of the household isn't here, that means it's time for-"
"Oh! I've studied this!" He interrupted. "When the head of the household leaves, and there are minors alone in the presence of said household, they'll usually come to the conclusion that they should disobey said master by doing specific shenanigans he or she would not normally allow them, for entertainment or enjoyment purposes. However, many people have found this quite controversial, as many of these shenanigans are things said head of household wouldn't-"

"SHUT UPPPPPPP!" I groan.
"Oh, um, well, I-I'm sorry, I just wanted to..." he trails off.
"No, but yeah, what Dorian said," Monica continues, as Dorian's eyes light up. "Basically...we can have a chic party!!"
"What..." I trail off.
"A party...but we need preparations..." Dorian mumbles.
"Chic?" Dani asks.
"Yes, Dani! Chic! Wondrous! Fun! Fancy!" Monica recites, her eyes shining.

"Or we could just play some games or something." I say.
"What games-" Dorian starts.
"We should invite Mark!" Monica exclaims.
"NO!!!" I yell, blushing with anger.

"Nicooo, don't be meeeannn," Dani scolds.
"Me? Mean?!" I say, blushing even more now that she's joined in. "He's the one who's mean!"
"Hey guys, I heard screaming, is something up?"
I look off the rail off the balcony to see mark standing on the ground. Aw, crap.
"Yes, actually, something is up my friend!" Monica exclaims. "We were wondering if you could join us-" "NO WE WEREN'T-"
"Oh yeah, sure." He says and smiles his stupid little smile. "I just gotta finish this errand and I'll be back real quick, okay?"

"Okay!" Dani exclaims, smiling even more than him.

**Timeskip to when everyone's gathered and everything**
(Guys this story is supposed to be less formal and more for fun ok-)

"So..what games did you wanna play?" Dorian asks.
"Hmm..." Monica mumbles, as I try and think of something fun.
"Oh, we could play Spin the Bottle!" Mark suggests.
"Ooooooh" Monica's eyes light up, and I guess I'm kinda intrigued about whatever this game is.
"Um, I hate to burst your bubble, but me and Dani are underaged for these sorts of games-!" Dorian starts.

"Come onnnn, it should be fine, we all know each other." I groan, still not even sure what this game is.
"Plus, if someone's uncomfortable, then can just do a kiss on the cheek," Dani says.
"WAIT WHAT?!"
Dorian clears his throat. "Spin the Bottle is a game in which everyone sits in some form of a circle and proceed to take turns spinning the prescribed 'bottle', and depending on who the player who's spinning lands on, they'll have to-"
"I KNEW THAT DORIAN SHUT UP"

"Hey, if you're uncomfortable with it Nico, it's cool..." Mark mumbles in his stupid manly voice, trying to reassure me.
"NO, I NEVER SAID THAT!!" I yell. "A-as a matter of fact, I'm completely down.."
"Down? Isn't it up..?" Dani asks.
"Well, both can be used." Dorian adds.
"GUYS, it doesn't matter, let's just start already!" Monica exclaims.

"We need a bottle." Dorian points out.
"Jeez, such a party pooper..." I groan at him.
"Well, we wouldn't be able to play otherwise..." he mumbles.
"I'll go find one in the kitchen!!" Monica exclaims, before running downstairs.

**literally two seconds later**
She runs back up with a yellow bottle.
"Here! I found a golden one, perfect for the occasion!" She states, proud of herself.
"Actually, that's not-" Dorian starts.
"Jeez, you really are a party pooper," she sighs dramatically.
"Sorry..." he mumbles.

We all sit down in a circle on the ground and I'm already sweating.
"Sooo, who's going first?" I ask, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice.
"Um, I can," Mark says.
"Wonderful!!" Monica exclaims.

...and I stopped here. Sorry. I might continue/finish this one shot some other time.