Spin the Bottle Truth or Dare- Shaymien

Comedy

Authors note:  I haven't edited this but I've been wanting to write for ages but I've lacked motivation, so I just wrote this out in one sitting. Let me know if there's any errors, or if anyone has any suggestions or criticisms.
Words: a little over 1600

Makeup did their best to cover Shayne's neck in a plausible manner, applying an almost seamless layer of foundation to hide the bright purple hickeys. Shayne was still looking in the mirror, panicking quietly to himself, though. There were soft footsteps behind him and he could see Damien approaching in the mirror.

"Shayne, baby boy, it's fine! You can't see them anymore," Damien said reassuringly.

Shayne let out a huge sigh, cursing to himself about being so paranoid. "I know," he breathed out, "sorry for being such a mess." The look in Shayne's eyes was one of anxiety riddled with interspersed panic. Damien pulled him in for yet another hug. It had been a long time since they had hugged this much, and neither man minded the increase in physical contact.

"Let's go film the try not to laugh. I'm sure afterwards you'll feel better," Damien spoke gently, making Shayne's heart warm.

"Yeah, you're right. I've gotta think about some bits to do!"

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Soon, everyone was in the try not to laugh studio, all huddled around the stool in the middle of the set. The crew for this video was Damien, Shayne, Courtney, Noah, Keith and Ian.

"Whaaaaat's POPPIN'! I'm here with my BOIS, for another try not to laugh!" Courtney yelled with enthusiasm, as everyone around her devolved into giggles. Courtney always made the TNTL intros interesting. "Today we're bringing you some LAUGHS! YOU WILL LAUGH!" She pointed in mock aggression to the rest of the crew, glaring. Everyone broke out into full laughter, and the crew gave the signal to get ready for the next scene.

Keith sat in the chair, water in his mouth and trying his best to look disinterested. Courtney put on her best announcer voice.

"The year was 6969, the world had fallen into an apocalypse. And one man... no, woman.. err, person? One person was there to save the world," Courtney finished by hitting on the foldout screen a few times, as if mimicking rain.

Out from behind the screen walked Courtney, decked out in seemingly every prop they had. She had a lobster hand, a life ring around her neck, fake bones tied to her hair with hair ties.

"Iiiiit's me, uhhh BOnelESs, and I'm here today to teach everyone about hhhhow to get by in the a-apocalypse," she waved her lobster hand around for emphasis. Courtney was speaking with a gravely tone, like she was pretending to be a smoker.

Keith knew this bit, but the punchline was always different so he didn't quite let his guard down. He was looking at Courtney with contempt, in typical Keith fashion, trying hard to keep a stone face and not laugh.

"First things first, Cannabalism. It's really in these days. So, you want to eat your friend," she paused and looked at the camera like it was a sitcom, "but you don't know how to, uhhh ask, to have a little nibble on that juicy friend meat?"

Keith was now trying desperately to keep from dribbling water.

"WELL! I have the soLuTIon for YoU! Just," she grabbed one of the bones out of her hair, one that was similar to a femur, "hit them, uh, over the head, and BAM!" She screamed the last word, shocking the water out of Keith's mouth in a shotgun style eruption. "You've got dinner for days dude!"

There was clapping from behind the screen. Courtney's "Boneless" bit was always something funny, whether it got a laugh or not.

The rest of the video went quite the same, Ian did a bit where he was dating himself, and he brought out a mirror.