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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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"Truth," Kirby said.

There were few truths she wasn't willing to tell about herself, though not all of them would be believed.

There was a number of questions that went through his head.

After all the time he had spent around soldiers and around immortals, he knew a dangerous woman when he saw one, however. Therefore, he settled on a safe question.

"What's your haircolor under the peroxyde blond?"

"It's sun-bleached," Kirby said. "And it's just a darker shade of blonde actually."

She spin the bottle, which ended up pointing at Loki. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare." Loki said. It seemed a lot more fun.

"Kiss ..." Kirby said, closing her eyes and turning before randomly pointing at someone. As she opened her eyes she was looking at Duncan McLeod. "Him."

For a moment, Loki decided switching gender, then he figured it was more effort than it was worth.

He got up, walked over to McLeod and pulled him into an embrace, kissing him full on the lips, trying for a bit of tongue to probe how far the man would respond.

Duncan had had enough acting experience to not need an instinctive physical reaction to respond theatrically. He kept his lips closed as he did, but no one needed to know that if Loki didn't want them to.

Let them think what they would...

With a grin, Loki returned to his seat.

"That was a nice one," he commented and reached for the bottle. "May I?"

"Sure," Kirby said. "I consider the task well-performed."

Loki spun the bottle. It came to rest pointing at duncan.

"Truth or dare?" he asked.

"Dare," Duncan said. Some questions he did not want to answer, so he might as well lower his risk a bit.

"One knee bend for every year of your life." Loki said.

Duncan's eyes grew wide. That was going to be so hard on his knees...

He got up with a sigh. Maybe he could cheat a bit on that. How old did he look? 28? 32? What could he get away with?

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