His Demoness Princess (MEGA HIATUS)

Chapter 43

"Pass the salt, will you?" There it was. Quinn knew that phrase all too well, but was he ready? He had two papers to finish by midnight, and Professor Sanders wasn't exactly the most agreeable person. Maybe he'd be able to finish this quickly, but that wasn't a guarantee. Still, it would be fun, at the very least.
"Do you want pepper too?" Quinn recited his usual confirmation phrase, noticing his smirk as he sipped on his drink.
Scott, his red haired brother slapped his drink on the table, causing the cutlery to rustle. Scott's sleeve got stained green as he wiped his mouth, pushing himself off of the ivory dining chair with purpose. "Bring it up to my room, please. And fetch a cup of juice while you're at it."
"Apple or orange?"
"Grape." The two shared a curt look, neither looking at the other as Scott sauntered over into the living room, presumably bounding up the stairs toward his room. It was now or never. Quinn pushed his plate away, eyes alight when he caught sight of his younger older brother, Will.
Quinn waved his hand wildly, only dangling it in the air once Will took off his headphones, twitching slightly while he did. "Could you clean up for me? Scott and I ar-"
"Totally," he shouted, moving to put his phone on the table. "It's been a - fucking - while since you two - fuckers - hung out. Go have fun, and don't - fucking - break anything again!"
"Thanks!" In seconds, Quinn had sifted through the fridge and cupboards, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of merlot with unsteady hands. Needless to say, he was seriously reconsidering whether or not he should partake in the game, and his body showed this turmoil. "Will, let's say you had, I don't know, two papers that were due at midnight-"
"Yes."
"I didn't fin-"
"Did I - fucking - stutter?"The door was left slightly ajar, and using his foot, Quinn pushed it open, not surprised to see Scott sitting at the foot of his bed, boardgame in hand. "Took you long, Quincifer," he teased, scooting over to allow Quinn space. "What was the score, again? Eighty-nine to seventy-three?"
"It's eighty-three, and you know it." Quinn rested the glasses first, sandwiching the bottle of wine between them. He'd be gone if he got two cups of the thing, but he wouldn't admit it to anyone. It was embarrassing to be a lightweight amidst a group of alcohol-enthusiasts. "I'll have you know I don't plan on losing."
"Of course, you don't. That's what makes things more fun." Quinn rolled his eyes, snatching the box out of Scoot's lap and setting it on the floor before them.
"If I fail because of you, I'm telling Micah you think his a-"
"Whatever, and it's not like he'd believe you anyway," Scott muttered, dismissing the topic with a wave of his hand. "And if you fail, it'd be on you. It's not like I'm forcing you to play with me."
"You might not be forcing me, but you're not not forcing me either." It was Scott's turn to roll his eyes, earning him a playful smack from Quinn across his thigh. "Don't take that attitude with me, Scottallion."
And then, the two played for hours and hours, and for hours and hours, Quinn lost.I'm just going to slide this in here rq

"You really suck at this, Quincifer." Scott shook his head, grinning as he watched his youngest brother down another tablespoon of wine. "I've beaten you, what? Thirteen times already?"
"Bold words from someone within choking distance," Quinn slurred. Scott laughed once more, rearranging the board for the fourteenth time. His mind was becoming a mess, and he'd barely had a cup of the thing. Scott had allowed him to take second-long swings, and he wasn't proud to admit that he felt tipsy after just thirteen. "I'm getting you to drink, got it? You're not leaving this room sober!"
"Then I guess I'll be stuck in here until the end of time." Quinn pouted, watching the board with intensity. There was no way he would allow Scott to cheat again. Not anymore. "Say, why don't we take a break from ol' checkers here and play something else?"
Quinn's eyes narrowed immediately. Scott wouldn't give up at a winning strike all willy-nilly. No, he wanted something. "Like?"
"How about truth or dare?" Oh, so that's what it is. The redhead wanted answers, but to what?
"What does drinking have to do with truth or dare?" Scott shrugged.
"You don't have to drink anymore, and actually, I would prefer if you didn't. I'll need you sober-ish if I'm going to be interrogating you." Again, Quinn's mind wandered to his assignment. He didn't have to stick around and entertain Scott. And he didn't know if he could afford to. Truly, he didn't know how much time he had left, but he couldn't help be a bit competitive. This was his chance to make Scott suffer, so he couldn't pass it up.
"Knowing you, there's a catch. What is it?" "No matter what happens, you can't refuse. The same goes for me, of course." Scott smiled a Cheshire grin, grabbing the bottle before Quinn and taking a long, long swing. Quinn should be running. He should be writing his papers. He should be gone, but he remained still, and he set a steel gaze on Scott.
"I'm no coward." It was a lie, but a white one that helped calm his heart. Something in Scott's eyes unnerved him, but he didn't let it distract him. He was going to win. "Who's going first?"
"I'm the oldest, so you can ask me first." The moment Quinn opened his mouth, Scott blurted out, "Truth." Dick, Quinn thought.
"Is answering a question with a question okay?" Scott shrugged.
"Who knows? Truth or dare?"
"Truth." Until he knew the kind of questions Scott would ask, Quinn couldn't risk picking dare. Not unless he had a death wish.
"Would you ever ask that girl out in your Bio class?" He didn't need a mirror to know that his face was beet red. Of course, Scott would mention her. He was never one to not tease him, and his laugh made that clear. "You sure are shy, aren't you? Maybe I should start calling you 'Quirtle'."
"That doesn't even make sense!" Scott laughed some more, adding to Quinn's annoyance. "It's your turn now, so hurry up and pick!"
Scott quirked a brow, smirk replacing his laughter. "You didn't answer, Quirtle."
Quinn shuffled where he sat, avoiding looking in Scott's general direction. His face was hot, and it only got hotter as the image of Sasha, the girl at the club who he was with, appeared at the forefront of his mind. "Don't make me say it out loud."
"Don't you remember the catch?" He knew he should have run when he had the chance. Not only did he have to admit his plans at a future with Sasha, but he also had to do it while being watched by his oldest brother. Talk about embarrassing. "Tick tock."