Throne of Glass One Shots

Take 2

"You're just going to leave me here to die of boredom while you go play with auntie?" Evangeline asked, outraged.

"First of all," Manon began. "Asterin is already down there. Second of all, I can't miss another round of truth or dare with those fuckers."

The red haired girl groaned. "If you brought the rest of the thirteen at least I would have someone to hang out with."

"Drinking alone is a skill all young girls should learn." She nodded to herself before glancing at the bottle she brought for her to spend quality time with.

"I hate you." She muttered, turning away in direction of her bed.

"You love me." The moon haired witch countered.

She tried to hide her smile. "I love you."

Manon spun on her toes, slipping out the door. "I'll be back, even if for a few moments before I go home to Elide."

Before the copper headed child could argue, the door had swiftly shut, cutting off any complaints.

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Manon emerged from the staircase. "Alright fuckers, lets get this fuckery started."

"Is fuckery a word?" Aelin asked. "I'm using that."

Asterin shook her head. "Doesn't matter, come sit your ass down on the fucking couch."

Aelin, Rowan, Lysandra, and Aedion were also present but apparently Sorrel was on her way with Elide, though the chances of that happening were low. Elide didn't trust the broom Sorrel insisted on using and Sorrel didn't like allowing Elide to fly on her own.

Manon slid into a singular chair, looking around. Rowan was on the couch, Aelin and Aedion on either side. Asterin and Lysandra occupied the loveseat, the central table being left covered in bottles of all levels of fullness.

"I'll go first." Lysandra declared. "Aelin, Truth or dare."

She examined her nails. "I'll start you off easy. Truth."

The shape shifter clasped her hands together. "Great. Who is this room would you like to see naked the most?"

"Does Rowan count?"

Lysandra thought for a moment. "No, because you've already seen him."

"No matter what I choose, these two will get all bitchy with their territorial fae bullshit but if I have to choose, I'd say Asterin."

A burst of protest flowed from the boy's mouths.

"Not five minutes into the game and your fae bullshit is already interfering."

A wicked smile pasted itself on Asterins face. "Their just jealous cause your closest to seeing it. Admitting you have a problem is the first step in fixing it." pause. "Just take your turn."

"Okay, in honour of the most attractive one here, Asterin?"

Her grin only widened at the compliment. "Dare."

"Remove two pieces of clothing."

Shit. shit shit shit. She thought, easily removing her shoes, socks and pants. She would have loved to show off, tossing her shirt on the floor as well, but she could not. Fuck. If this turns into a strip show, I'll have no choice but to leave.

"Thots, all of you." She sneered. "Rowan, mate to a thot, pick your poison." Her legs were bare and Aelins staring was bothering him so he only half-answered.

"Truth."

"Have you ever been in a brothel?"

He grew angry and growled. "You fucker, you can't just ask shit like that. Fuck."