If you were to ask them, neither of them could tell you how or why they ended up playing they Question Game. They were sat on the sofa, Seb on the left, Jim on the right. Seb had his phone out, with a game app. It generated random questions for each person to answer honestly. It was meant to be an ice-breaker. If you were caught lying, there would be a penalty of having to take off an item of clothing. For some reason, that was always the penalty in truth games. Of course, neither of them, if they were sober, would even consider playing the game. But, being drunk, it seemed like an excellent idea.
"Okay, question one..." Seb squinted to read the font, "what's your spirit animal?"
"The bloody hell is a spirit animal?" Jim sniggered drunkly, pushing loud air out of his nose.
Seb shrugged, "some animal you relate to?"
"Hm.... a magpie."
"Why?"
"They steal things. And they look cool. What about you?"
"A tiger, obviously," he grinned, putting his hand up like a paw and roaring like a tiger. They both laughed. "I disagree with magpie, by the way."
"Yeah? What would you say my 'spirit animal' is?" He used air quotes with one hand, the other holding a large gin and tonic.
"A kitten."
Jim burst out laughing, "a kitten?! How the hell am I like a kitten?!"
"You're all... I dunno. You're like a nasty cat when you work and a timid one when you're home. When you're not strangling me, that is."
"...okay. Fair point. Next question." He took a large sip.
He tapped the screen and the next question appeared, "what was your favourite subject at school and why?"
"Science because I like to know how things work. You?"
"PE because I could show off," he tapped the screen, "first job?"
"Drug dealer."
"Army cadet. When-" he laughed at the words in front of him even though they weren't that funny, "-When was your first sexual experience?"
"When I was young."
"When I was... hm, 17," Seb remembered. "Stupidest thing you've done?"
"That would have to be my first murder."
"How come?"
"I didn't do it right. I didn't think about it enough, even though I had thought about it every day for a year. I didn't think it through. Too many possibilities to go wrong, you know? It was sloppy. What about you?"
Seb sniggered, "me and some of the guys from the army, we were in this, uh, village-y place and we saw this ice-cream truck on the top of a hill. So we all got together, drunk, and pushed it down the hill. It fell into a church."
Jim laughed, "oh no! Was there ice-cream still in there?"
Seb nodded, his lips pressed together in a fake sadness, "that was the worst part."
They both laughed, occasionally hitting each other on the shoulder gently.
"Alright, alright. Next question: what was your childhood like?"
Jim paused for a moment, "not a great one. You?"
"Same here. Tell me the story?"
His head shook, "another day."
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Redemption || MorMor
Fiksi PenggemarSebastian Moran - the man who killed men for other men, who drowned his sorrows in drink every night. Fallen into a pattern of self-destruction, a change was really what he needed. But he never could have expected what would have happened when he wa...
