Anya forced a smile. "Truth or dare?"
The Archaic Nazi replied, his Cornish accent strong. "Truth."
"What's your identity?"
"My name is Alexander Turner." he seemed puzzled. "Would you be more specific?"
"Your identity is your name, sex, sexual preferences," At that he looked mildly scandalized. "hobbies, religion, job-"
He held up a hand to stop her. "I get the picture, doll."
"Then answer, wise guy." she spat.
Instead of taking her bait, he was the mature one and answered, "Like I said, I'm Alexander Turner. I'm a twenty-six year old male and I like dames. A lot. I don't follow any church in particular but I sometimes believe in the afterlife."
I'm gonna drag you to Hell with me. Anya thought.
"When I'm not saving lives, I study, go out with my spiffy gal, and argue politics with my old man." He spun the bottle, and it landed on Althea. "Truth or dare, doll?"
Althea reddened under Alexander's probing gaze. Glaring back, she said, "Truth."
"You seem like a sweet gal, so I'll play nice. What do you do? You seem like a career gal."
"I'm finishing up high school but I've had a few paying acting gigs." Grinning smuggly, she added, "I was Lady Macbeth, Juliet, and Fantine."
Alexander lit up. ""Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it; he died as one that had been studied in his death to throw away the dearest thing he owed-"
"As 't were a careless trifle." Althea finished.
Allegra cleared her throat.
Snapping out of her I-found-a-fellow-nerd daze, Althea spun the bottle.
Les swallowed.
Althea grinned, "Truth or dare, Wannabe Pan?"
"Dare!" he blurted.
Allegra groaned. "Great. Just great."
Althea clapped excitedly. "I dare you to switch clothes with Anya!"
"What?!"
Anya rolled her eyes, stripping. "Pussy."
Despite his blush at the now almost naked girl, he whipped off his clothes. "Toss 'em."
Anya pulled on Les's shorts and raggedy tank top. "Now you."
Glowering at Althea, he managed to pull on Anya's short shorts and shirt. "Satisfied?"
Althea nodded, "Almost."
Plopping down, he huffed and spun the bottle. "Althea, truth or dare-"
The door open, and in sauntered an Indian girl with the greenest eyes and sharpest machete Anya had ever seen.
"Where's Les?"
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