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Date: May 30, evening
Location: Bar
Status: Public! Come and arrive, we're playing.
Summary: Truth or Dare?

Following up on an idea she had had a few days ago, Kirby had slipped small notes into people's rooms before she had goen down to the bar, inviting them to join her in the bar for drinks and a game to better get to know each other - considering they were living in the same place, after all.

Now she was sitting at the bar over a glass of beer, playing with the empty bottle. Jan sat across from her at the table. She had not informed him of the game she had planned, but simply invited him for a drink. He didn't seem the type that would purposefully seek entertaiment.

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Raphael's wings fluttered happily. "Is everyone here?" he asked.

"Looks like it!" Duncan said. He settled on his chair and glanced at Kirby. "Shall we start?"

Choosing a chair was unexpectedly difficult. Jan wanted to sit as far from McLeod and Dawson as possible, avoid the lunatics and maybe Benjamin as well.

He looked around for empty chairs next to people he knew. His first choice would have been the Sargeant, but he didn't want another encounter with the lunatic from the stairs, if he could avoid it. Sitting next to Rose was out of the question, seeing how she not only had a lunatic next to her but also Dawson nearby.

He headed towards Russel and Murdoc.

Jarod moved his chair a little aside to make space for Jan as he came over.

Kirby put an empty bottle approximately in the middle of the tables they had pushed together and sent it spinning.

It came to a halt pointing at Jarod.

"Well?" she asked. "Truth or dare?"

Jarod consdiered for a second. There were some truths he did not wish tot ell, but he also didn't want to cheat.

"Dare." he decided.

"I dare you to stand on your head," Kirby said.

Jarod almost breathed a sigh of relief. That was easy. He could do that. He got up and walked a few steps away from the table, then did as told.

"Okay?" he asked, upside-down.

"Yeah," Kirby said. "Now get back here and spin the bottle!"

Again, Jarod complied.

The bottle stopped pointing at Methos.

"Truth or dare?" Jarod repeated as Kirby had said.

"Erm... Truth." Methos said. It might be risky, but at least it was a fun kind of risk.

Jarod realised that he didn't know what kind of question was appropriate. He decided to play it safe.

"State your age."

Methos opened his mouth, closed it again, then tried anew.

"I don't know," he admitted, sounding amused with himself. "My early memories are vague. I remember about 5000 years back. Before that -"

He shrugged. "Sorry, that's as precise as it gets."

Jarod cocked his head to one side as he listened. He looked at Kirby, asking her with that look if the answer was acceptable as it was.

Kirby shrugged. "The answer is good if you say it is."

"Okay then," Jarod agreed. "Your turn."

Methos spun the bottle and watched it come to a halt pointing at Dustfinger.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

It was better than if he had to answer a certain question.

Methos got up to go to the bar and pick three lemons from Joe's drink decoration supply. He put them on the table in front of Dustfinger.

"Try juggling," he suggested.

Dustfinger's eyes narrowed.

"Do you try to insult me?" he asked.

But he stood up, took the lemons and threw them in the air. He caught them again and then started to juggle in low and high cascades. At least they should see that he knew how juggling went.

"You're good," Methos said appeciatively when Dustfinger stopped his display. "Your turn."

Dustfinger turned the bottle and it stopped showing to Atlan.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Atlan said.

He might have been mistaken, but it was kind of funny how almost everyone seemed to prefer the dares.

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