Tales of the Narnian Monarchs: Reality's Frightful Jerk

Drunken Hysterics of Two Lionesses

"I did expect it to carry over to our world." Edmund said, the question sobering him up a little. "And I'm not very pleased that it didn't, but it's not like I can do anything about it."

Everyone looked serious for a moment and Sanya looked solemner than she had in ages. Then she frowned and crawled over to Ed and sat basically on top of him.

"At least we can still snog. A lot. And more." She said in a soothing voice and Edmund, still feeling a bit sobered up but drunk on her presence, bent to kiss Sanya when Lilith screeched.

"Not now! Sanya, back to your spot! Ed, spin!"

"Peter." Edmund spoke, as if telling himself audibly was a necessity, thanks to the alcohol.
"Okay. Lady Armire. What HAPPENED between you two?"

The once High King's brow furrowed, "Lady Armire? Oh, Her? Not as much as people thought..." He replied, remembering, "She was pretty intense... I kinda ran- emotionally, not literally, I'm not THAT bad." He admitted, reaching forward and spinning the bottle.

Sanya.

"Not again, you've got to be jok- oof."

Peter kissed her softly, bunching his hands in her shirt before he drew back quickly, as his alcohol-addled mind couldn't think of any questions.

"Sorry." He told Edmund, who was full on glaring and then Lilith, who seemed unaffected.

"What?" She asked blankly.

Susan rolled her eyes. "Nothing. Sanya spin... again."

"This is a conspiracy." Sanya muttered as she spun.

Lilith had been pleasantly surprised she hadn't been dragged into the game, yet not the most of the bottle pointed to her.
Shit. She'd learnt not to play truths with such a level of alcohol inside her, things get said and she regrets.

It'd been a while since she'd kissed a girl, she realised as her lips met Sanya's. Girls were almost always different- softer, more gentle- not to stereotype, of course.
It was a little longer than perhaps it should've been until she finished her stream of internal dialogue and realised she was still kissing her best friend, ultimately pulling away.

"Your turn." Sanya said absently, touching her lips softly. Two girls in one night... wow.

"So it is." Lilith replied and looked up to see Edmund and Peter staring at them.

"What?" Sanya, who had also noticed, snapped.

"That was..." Peter gulped- was the room getting warm?

"Hotter than Phoenix fire." Edmund ended, eyes wide.

Sanya smirked and Lilith spun.

Edmund.

Hm.
"What are your honest thoughts on Sanya and Spidey-boy's friendship?" She pondered. It was a daring ask, but she decided that there had been many other daring things done that night. Besides, it was a valid question.

"I want to slash him with a sword every single time he looks at Sanya." Ed replied candidly, drawing a soft sound midway between a gasp and a sigh from Sanya. "I'm most certainly not a fan of it."

"Peter would never do anything like that." Sanya shook her head slowly. "He's a Hufflepuff."

"You should be more worried about ME stealing Sanya away." Susan slurred. "Hell of a kisser, I see why you and Petey liked kissing her so much."

Lilith nodded, "She's not half bad. Might take up the habit myself. Anyways, your turn, Ed." She told him, as the Just King seemed about the throttle the lot of them.