GCR Drabbles

Truth or Dare

"Wait, whose turn is it again?" 

"Me, duh," Serqet declared, waving her hand.

Devotee blinked, confused. "But I thought it was Amen's."

Amen scoffed, leaning closer to Serqet since they were both sitting next to each other on the other side of round, small coffee table. 

Amen linked his arm around Serqet's arm, his fingers interlocking with her fingers as well as he rested his head on her shoulder.

"Dev, it's my turn since Poi went, and then Ser, but then you denied Ser's dare, resulting in you facing the punishment and me taking the next turn," Amen clarified. He then reminded him with a smirk, "And you're a wuss for not doing the dare."

Devotee opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it, grumbling.

Poison, sitting next to Devotee, rolled her eyes. "Can we continue?"

"Yes, yes," Devotee muttered, sitting back.

The four were hanging out on a well deserved vacation at one of Devotee's condos, sitting on the carpet of living room floor around a round coffee table.

"Okay," Amen coughed quietly, finally lifting his head off Serqet's shoulder, yet his arm remained around hers. "Poi, truth or dare?"

Poison tapped her fingers rhythmically on the table for a moment.

"Dare, in order to make up for Dev chickening out of his dare," she decided.

Devotee huffed and shot a soft glare at his girlfriend.

Amen smirked greatly. 

"Ohoho," he chuckled. "I got a good one. I dare you to insult Dev."

Poison's eyes widened and she glanced at said man, who returned her shocked look.

"Flower... you don't have to," he whined.

Amen's smirk widened as Serqet snickered loudly.

"Good one, love," she told Amen.

Poison looked at the two before bringing her gaze back to Devotee.

"Uhm... I don't know how to insult him," she confessed. "I never had to before."

Devotee grinned slightly. "See? It's not a good dare after all. So how about you deny it and-"

"It's easy," Serqet interrupted. Her gaze then turned to Devotee, colored with seriousness, and Devotee locked eyes with her with an annoyed expression.

"Dev, you're really fucking annoying."

Amen cackled while Devotee and Poison rolled their eyes.

"He is not," Poison countered, crossing her arms.

"Thank you, flower," he hummed appreciatively.

"Get it over with, Poi," Amen encouraged her. "I know you got it into you somewhere."

Poison frowned, then inhaled sharply.

"Fine."

Devotee's eyes widened in feigned hurt.

"Flower, you wouldn't."

"Dev, love, I find your habit to clean up in the kitchen before we eat slightly annoying."

Devotee gasped softly, pressing a hand to his chest briefly. "Really? I'm sorry that the kitchen is a mess! It looks untidy after any one of us cooks, okay?"

Serqet frowned. "No, that doesn't count!" she argued. "You insulted something he does, not him."

Poison shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes. "It was an insult nonetheless. And I'm never insulting him again."

Devotee still seemed a bit offended, but he lightened up when Poison pressed an apologetic kiss on his cheek and moved to snuggle into his side after making him wrap an arm around her.

Amen and Serqet both pretended to gag.

"Okay, okay, my turn," Poison reminded them.

"Amen, truth or dare?" she challenged. There seemed to be a glint in her pale blue eyes.

Amen narrowed his eyes slightly. "I feel like that if I choose dare, you're gonna get back at me for daring you to insult Dev, so I choose truth."

Poison pouted slightly as Devotee rolled his eyes.

"Hey, hey, it's not being cowardly, it's being smart," Amen pointed out.

"Whatever," Poison waved off. "What's Ser good at?"

Devotee had a look of confusion. "Is that technically a tru-"

He was cut off when he saw Amen open his mouth to answer, an obvious smirk on his lips, only to be stopped as Serqet slapped a hand over his mouth with an almost flustered glare.

Amen was obviously amused as he gently grabbed her arm and pulled her hand off of his face, his smirk still there.

"Relax, sunshine. I was gonna say you're good at insulting Dev."