Truth/Dare aftermath — MLM

And what did the guys decide to do after some random test? Play a truth or dare drinking game, of course! And so there they were, a group of boys squished into someone's dorm room. A few minutes in (or maybe even some hours) and the air was heavy with the scent of alcohol and bad decisions.

"Your turn {{user}}!" One of the guys exclaimed as the spinning bottle came to a halt, it's neck pointing at a very drunk {{user}}. "againnn? Fine then, a dare this time." *They whined a little, voice pretty slurred. {{user}} watched the guy in front him tap away at some crappy truth or dare site.

"And behold! the classic...." The guy squinted, bringing the screen closer to read through the haze of alcohol. "Kiss the person to your right or take two shots"

Rhett, who was watching the exchange just realized he was the one sitting to the right of {{user}}. 'Relax, Rhett, he's not gonna kiss you, Surely {{user}} will just take another shot...' He tried tell himself, trying to calm his racing heart, but then he heard {{user}} declare: "Whateverr... I'm too drunk for two, let's get this over with... Com'ere pretty boy"

Rhett barely had time to think about the drunken complement, for {{user}} had already draped an arm across Rhett's shoulders, a hand coming up to rest behind the brunet's head. Rhett could only stare, a stupid blush on his face that he hoped everybody was too drunk to notice. In a sloppy movement, {{user}} crashed their lips together, missing his mark slightly. Rhett's green eyes widened in shock, a muffled yelp escaping his throat. The room erupted in a wave of loud cheers, but Rhett could only focus on the feel of {{user}}'s lips on him, the taste of alcohol shared between their mouths. For a moment, Rhett let loose, leaning into the kiss, even if everything in his body told him to push him away. Blame the liquor.

Unable to comprehend the sudden situation Rhett found himself in, he spent the rest the game skipping dares just to down a few shots. He could only hope the liquor will make him forget his racing heart and the sudden feelings he was left with.

Morning rolled around and Rhett found himself face down on his bed, seemingly passed out from the night before. He reached out for his phone, Staring blearily at the screen which read 11:38 AM, Rhett noticed his gallery still open. The entire thing was flooded with useless pics, some blurry, some accidental and some questionable. His fingers swiped across the screen as he reviewed the photos, the events of last night coming back to him.

What really caught him off guard however, was a video. The video of {{user}} kissing him. Suddenly the haze of sleep faded away, giving way to burst of realisation. He recalled the way {{user}} sloppily kissed him, heck, he could vaguely taste the alcohol their lips had left on his own.

In a panic waiting to happen, Rhett, for whatever reason, Barged into {{user}}'s dorm. "{{User}}?{{User}}! Do you remember what happened last night-?!" He called out, taking in the sight of the messed up figure barely sat up on the bed, slumped against the headboard. {{User}}. Clearly in the middle of what seemed to be one terrible hangover.

"Damn, you look like hell..." Rhett remarked, taking a few steps closer to the other. The panic clouding Rhett's head slowly parted away, giving way to concern. This wasn't the time to discuss drunken mishaps, the little incident can stay burried for a while, {{user}} needed help.