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Caritas | Wednesday

When Nathan wandered into the bar that evening, he was feeling a little devious. And, until someone took pity on him and visited, he was going to take out that deviousness on Tino. So, he grabbed a glass and a bottle, leaned against the counter and announced they were gonna play Truth or Dare.

Tino seemed cool with it so after a few rounds of them both picking truth, Tino finally picked dare. With a smug, sly grin, Nathan proudly told Tino what his dare would be. And that was how Tino came to pour several cheap bottles of beer down his pants.

Nathan thought he was a fucking genius.

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"Because I dared you to, and you weren't quick enough to think of a good reason not to do it," Caroline explained.

"Oh, riiiiight. Thanks so much for that explanation. I knew I hadn't gone temporarily fucking insane and done that of my own free will," he said, still making faces while he gagged and made faces.

"The only thing that counts is that I did it and it's your turn now," he said, reaching for one of the two liquor bottles so he could continue cleansing his palate. "You wanna pick another or you wanna give it up?"

"Whichever way causes me to win," she teased, trying to pull him over to sit with her.

Nathan shook his head but didn't resist her pulling. He slid closer to her, resting the bottle near his hip and smacking his lips just to make sure he couldn't taste Tino on him anymore.

"If you give it up, you lose by default," he pointed out, shrugging and finally getting his focus back onto her. "If you wanna go that way, I promise, I won't gloat about it too much. I am a soft hearted, humble bloke, Caroline and winning means nothing to me."

"Oh, of course not. But I think losing by default is lame," she replied pressing herself more firmly against his side. "Think you got a dare left in you?" No, she wasn't going truth. She didn't trust herself not to make things awkward.

"Brave girl," Nathan said, stroking his chin like a cartoonish bad guy might just to showcase how truly evil he was. And now, he had to top the Tino dare. He had to. He knew she had little shame so it would have to be something really good.

"Okay," he said once he thought he had something worthy of this dare. "I dare you to take your underwear off and you can do it in the bathroom if you're feeling a little shy and then you have to show me that you took them off before putting them in the waistband of the guitarist for the band."

Yep, the zombie band. Have fun, Caroline.

Caroline raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at him in concern for Nathan's sanity. "Dude, do you see these jeans? These boots?" Watch one nudge his leg. "Do you realize how much undressing would be required to get my underwear off?"

Nathan just smirked because, insane or not, he was fucking proud of that dare especially when it'd gotten that reaction from her.

"I could always help you out of your clothes," he offered like the polite bloke that he was. "I'd even close my eyes so I wouldn't see anything naughty. You wouldn't wanna corrupt me, would you?"

At that, she just reached up the smack him on the back of the head as she stood to head for the bathroom with a quick stop at the bar. "Hopefully your boyfriend has some scissors I can borrow..."

"Aww, does that mean you don't want my help?" Nathan asked, rubbing the back of his head and laughing as he watched her walked away. "And he's not my fucking boyfriend, Caroline. I'm not gay!"

Tino was so helpful, handing over the scissors without question and Caroline trotted off to the bathroom, ignoring Nathan entirely.

Two snips and a little adjusting later saw Caroline returning Tino's scissors with a smile and making her way back to the lounge, snipped underwear dangling so Nathan could see them. "Your boyfriend is super helpful, by the way. I'm glad you went there."

"He's not my booooooyfriend," Nathan chanted, leaning back and settling both of his arms along the back of the couch. "But, those are some stupendous panties you have there, Caroline. If I didn't want to see you do this dare so much, I'd ask if I could have them instead."

But, he kind of wanted to see her do this dare so he grinned at her and laughed.

"I hope you realize what you're asking me to do here, Nate," Caroline replied, shaking her head at him and making a face of disgust as she headed for the zombies.

The guitarist was taped up pretty thoroughly, but Caroline still wasn't looking forward to being close enough to touch him. Ugh, the smell alone was enough to keep her away, let alone the looks. "Hey, uh, that guy over there? He wanted you to have these," Caroline said, tucking her underwear into the zombie's pants with a wink. Then she made sure she looked over at Nathan and gave him a big thumb's up signal. "You two will be so good together!" The zombie seemed...okay, she didn't know what it seemed like, but it groaned and drooled a bit. It was a clear sign.

Returning to Nathan's side was very easy after that, even if she couldn't stop herself from rubbing her hands on her jeans just to keep the ick off.

Nathan was pretty damn impressed she'd gone through it but he was beginning to realize that underestimating and counting her out wasn't something he should do. Of course, he couldn't hear exactly what she'd said to the zombie but he grinned at her when she gave him the thumbs up.

"I bet you gave him the biggest fucking thrill he's had in years," Nathan told her when she returned to his side. He was still grinning but he wouldn't be if he ever found out what she'd said. "And now you're not wearing panties."

Which meant he was going to look down at her pants and give his eyebrows a waggle because thinking about that was seriously fucking hot. She was so mean and he was still attracted to her.

"I also think I got you a date to the dance Friday!" Caroline was happy to share as she sat down. "He seems really nice. And a lot more capable of movement than I would've thought."

"Ha ha ha," Nathan said, giving her a look for that one. "That's super funny, Caroline, and while I am so thrilled you're looking out for me in that avenue of things, I don't need you to get me a date."

Not that he had a date or had even remembered there was a damn dance but still.

"I knew you cared," he said, eyes fluttering shut as he leaned closer. "It's so comforting."

She patted his cheek soundly. "So I win?"

"Why the fuck would you win?" Nathan asked, raising an eyebrow. "No, you don't win. Nice try but no, you don't win. I do not admit defeat and I never will."

He smiled smugly at her. No amount of making zombies think he was hot for them would have him giving up.

"Make you sad?" he asked, still smirking. "Better luck next time, Carol!"

"Carol makes me sound like a mother of six," Caroline replied, starting with a teasing tone because she knew where she was going. "Matt always calls me Care. I don't know that you can say that, though, or if it's really a good nickname."

"I'm not Matt," he pointed out and thus, he would not be using that nickname. "He can keep that for himself because I'm not gonna use it."

It wasn't an awful shortening of her name but he'd stick to Caroline or something similar. Besides, his accent made her name different already. He didn't need silly nicknames to make it better.

"So fine," she said, rolling her eyes and kicking up her feet. "Ready to make your choice, Naaate?" She was hoping he picked truth just so she didn't have to get up again.

"Nathan," he sighed, shaking his head and reaching for one of the bottles so he could continue getting drunk. "And yeah, gimme a truth, then. Gimme the best, juiciest truth you can think of. Make me proud of your evil machinations, Caroline."

"Evil? I am not evil," Caroline complained, frowning at him. "Maybe a little on the side of less than good. I mean, there's no purity left here, but I don't go around growling and biting anyone!"

"Caroline, it was a figure of speech," Nathan explained in what he hoped was a patient manner. "I don't actually think you're evil, I don't think you're a villain whose stroking her metaphorical beard while she sits in a crumbling clocktower. Your next step in this game can be an evil one without you being evil. Think about it and you'll find that I'm right."

"Fine. You want evil truth?" Caroline verified. "If you'd neeeeeever met me, who would you be screwing?" Anything he said would piss her off, which Caroline hoped he would realize.

Yes, she totally thought this would give her the refusal to answer that would equate with a win. There was something seriously wrong with her thought process.

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