All Work & No Play

[amongthethorns]

[Honestly, they're all exhausted - not tired but just worn out physically - after getting called all the way over here to help deal with a sudden rapid spike of missing souls which had been caused, unsurprisingly by an influx of demons. It was an odd thing and they still needed to pinpoint the origin of this matter, after all. Neither they nor the Paris Reapers could figure out what can caused an entire legion of Hells most foul to ascend on the city of lights.

Thankfully, with the five of them working pulled through just fine even if Alan was just a junior and Ronald was a rookie still. 

At least the hotel was nice even if they had to bunk up; two beds to each room. At least they had adjoining rooms so if they wanted they could throw the door between the two rooms open and interact.

Alan closed the field kit he'd been using to tend even their most minor of injuries; huffing out a tired but relieved breath. His chest ached just slightly and his shoulders slumped a little bit.] 

Well, that was certainly interesting if I don't say so myself. I know we've still got a few more days here in the city just to make sure things are well in hand an find answers, but what do we do for now? I mean - what do you even do in Paris?   

[He turned toward his bed where a rather large suitcase was tucking the field kit away. He'd brought a few things with him. They'd put all their belongings into this singular suitcase - fresh suits, documentations they needed when they went to Paris's dispatch branch for briefings and reports, a few other odds and ends.]

Comments

[dead_serious]

[ Apparently tired of the bickering over the rules, William gets up and heads back in from the balcony. It may appear as though he's opted not to play, at all, but soon enough he's back, shot glasses in hand and then making a second trip to bring in all the bottles of liquor. ]

Keep drinking your chosen drink as you would. Each forfeit allows the person in turn to pour you a shot of their choosing. Now, get on with it.

[ He shoves the bottle of wine into Grell's hands, assuming she would want to kick start everything. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell keeps opening her mouth to retort, and eventually just plants a hand on her waist, knocking back another healthy gulp of her drink.

When the bottle is shoved into her grip, she glances up to meet his gaze while she gets a proper hold on it. ]

I do enjoy it when you take charge.

[ And, in keeping that eye contact, she raises the bottle, using it to gesture toward him. If he stays close enough, it might even tap his chest! ]

Alright, then, Will. Truth — or dare❤️?

[ Now, he’s the obvious choice— and does she want to roll with it? Oh, DEATH, yes. But she hasn’t forgotten, there’s something veeery juicy going on between their coworkers. She just has to wait until they feel safe. And, possibly, very drunk. ]

[amongthethorns]

[If he could move his leg without making himself feel guilty or Eric uncomfortable, he might consider it. It's just a little awkward, especially since they're in front of Wil and Grell. But he's not saying anything because some part of him likes the contact.]

It's just a good idea to allow a third option sometimes if the questions get too personal or the dares are something that makes you uncomfortable.

[Bless William. At least someone saw his logic. Then again he's certain that William doesn't want Grell to give him some kind of dare to kiss her or strip without some kind of an out which he certainly understands.]

Now see, Mr. Spears understands.

[ochitashinigami]

[Eric laughs, pats Alan's knee, and puts his hand in his lap.]

I don't mind. This should get interesting.

[dead_serious]

[ As if he didn't know Grell would go after him first, he answers before they phrase is even fully out of her mouth. ]

Truth.

[untodeath]

[ Yes, well, she saw that coming! With a delectable hum, she takes but a moment to think of a question. ]

What is the naughtiest thing that you’ve ever gotten away with?

[amongthethorns]

[Death take him now. Please. Just end him.

He knows exactly what Grell is asking but he's kind of hoping William says something completely out of left field like using garishly green post-its when he ran out of the standard yellows.

At least he only has to deal with this as long as it takes him to get pleasantly drunk enough to fall to sleep.]

[ochitashinigami]

[Eric senses Alan's tension and pats his hand. Then, he laughs at Grell's quetion.]

Do we need to hear about the time Spears didn't have his shoelaces not tied according to regulation at work?

[dead_serious]

[ Will was about to forfeit. To hand Grell a shot glass and down it before she could complain too much. But Eric's comment has him answering almost immediately. ]

I had an affair with my boss's wife.

[ Now he takes a healthy gulp of his gin, nearly finishing it off. ]

Tecnically, I suppose I was found out, but that hardly matters now.

[untodeath]

[ The redhead's eyes briefly flicker over to Eric as he speaks, grin splitting wider - because, oh, they underestimate William, his rage and his pride.

And William doesn’t fail her expectations. In fact, he surprises her! Brows ticking upward, she croons with intrigue— and yet— ]

That is the worst you’ve done?

[ There's got to be more to it, as it clearly didn’t end well. Even so, she’s taking a shot in the dark here! ]

[amongthethorns]

I doubt it's shoe laces.

[Alan murmured and he is not disappointed. No, he was actually rather surprised if he were to be honest. That was decidedly unexpected but is he really so surprised? Something tells him he shouldn't be.]

Oh.

[ochitashinigami]

[Eric looks stunned for a moment, takes a drink, and then throws his head back and laughs.]

You didn't! You're lying.

[dead_serious]

[ William's gaze ticks around the room to each on them, stopping at Grell to glare, then to Eric to glare harder. Thankfully Alan didn't say much or even he would have gotten the glare! ]

[ He regards Grell, again. ] I answered your question well enough.

And if I was going to make up answers to his question, why in Death's name would I choose that? [ Honestly Slingby, don't you know he doesn't lie! ]

[untodeath]

[ Ah, so he refused the bait. Still, she had to try! ]

So you did, Will. That would make it your turn. [ Grell offers him the bottle. ] Choose a victim~❤️

[amongthethorns]

[He gives Eric a scolding look.]

Who would lie about something like that? Why would they? It seems rather pointless. Besides it's truth or dare not two truths and a lie.

[He's taking a sip of his wine.]

[ochitashinigami]

[He laughs again] All right all right... It's true. I'm impressed. [He raises a glass]

[dead_serious]

[ All that does is get Eric a deeper frown? ]

Impressed? Honestly.

[ He shakes his head with a huff, taking the bottle back from Grell. ]

Fine. Slingby, truth or dare.

[ wow does that sound ridiculous coming from him! ]

[untodeath]

[ With a snerk, Grell swings her leg over to hop down from her perching place. While they’re busy, she’s going to grab the other assortment of bottles - and what remains of the ice in its bucket - to relocate atop the outdoor table. It’s there that she will pour her second glass. This way, she doesn’t miss out on the fun during a refill, AND the alcohol is readily available for shots.

Really, though, she can’t WAIT to hear what William might come up with. She expects that either his challenge will be hilariously mundane, or she will be pleasantly surprised! ]

[amongthethorns]

[This is going to be interesting. Knowing Eric he'll pick dare but knowing William what could the dare be? Before a few minutes ago he thought it would be something humdrum but at this point? Alan really doesn't have any clue.

He's perking up slightly peering down at Eric curiously.]

[ochitashinigami]

[He shrugs]

Fine.

Dare.

[That sounds safer and less personal.]

[dead_serious]

[ William thinks on it for surprisingly less time than one would think. ]

Undo those ridiculous plaits in your hair.

[ He uses the neck of the wine bottle to do a vague gesture to the braided rows at the side of Eric's face. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell snerks, and she has to press her fingertips to her lips, lest she dribble back into her cup! A narrow save.

But, once she swallows down her drink, she’s laughing freely! ]

Oh dear, Will is going to have us all to code by the time this is through!

[amongthethorns]

[Alan tilted his head, thinking but suddenly and somewhat excitedly.]

You know - I don't think I've ever seen you without those.

[Cue him setting down his glass and shifting slightly in his chair.]

IF you're going to do it, I can help and you can figure out who's next.

[ochitashinigami]

[He works his fingers through his hair, undoing the braids. He hates to do it. He'd worn it that way to a party as a joke. Alan had commented that he liked it and well.... He blinks up at Alan.]

Sure, I don't mind.

[dead_serious]

[ If William were one to smile, or care at all about other people's relationships, that might have made him do so. Alas. Instead, he holds the bottle out to Eric after taking his own swig from it. Apparently he's made up his own rule of taking one after your truth or dare is fulfilled. ]

He hasn't worn it that way since before you arrived in Dispatch. Honestly, it has irritated me since, but there are no regulations on hair styling.

[ He gives Grell's hair a look over with a shake of his head. How she manages all that is a mystery. ]