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Ken was in his Pod, having just arrived home from getting some whiskey (don't ask from where) and some foods. He planned to down the entire bottle that night, before he could risk them getting caught with it. He had no idea what the policy here was for drinking. Probably the same as any other school. He would offload on the kitchen counter.
He would head into his room to change from sweatpants and a T-shirt into a tank and some PJ's. Coming back out he would flip on the TV.
Evelyn was cleaning her room most of the day. It was supposed to be lazy, and she enjoyed that. She wanted to get more training in before going out on any dangerous missions, but with most of the other agents busy with classes during the week... She had plenty of time.
Wearing a sweater dress that contrasted with her pale skin and bright orange hair, as well as black tights and winter boots, she looked... cute. Innocent.
She slipped out of her bedroom the moment the TV turned on. "Oh," she said with a smile, running her fingers through her thin hair. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize anybody was home."
He turned around, remote still in his hand. Because he always wore long sleeved shirt he never got to show off his rather impressive legs and torso- which was clearly a result of intense workouts. He turned and leaned against the couch.
"Nah, it's all good. Though I'm glad you're here- you got plans tonight?"
"Plans?" She chuckled, moving over to the couch he was perched on. She sunk down onto the cushion beside him, still smiling. "I don't think I've been here long enough to have any plans."
He would hop up and head into the kitchen, coming back with a bottle of Bowmore whiskey, sitting down beside her again and holding it up before handing it over.
"Wasn't easy to get, y'know. You, me, a bottle of whiskey and a good ol' fashion game of truth or dare. First one to refuse to answer a question or do a dare has to do all the other ones chores for a month. Deal?"
She stared at the bottle of alcohol for a long moment, her brows rising. Where the hell did he...
Never mind. SShe was fairly certain she didn't want to know.
"Are there any parameters to this game?" She asked, giving a slightly concerned smile. If he was going to try and dare her to do something vulgar... she'd lose pretty quickly.
She held out her hand for the booze, smiling as he took a drink. At least if he was going to get plastered, he would do so with a responsible adult watching out for him.
He would take the bottle back with a smirk of his own and take a gulp, the burning making him give a content "Ahhhh" afterward. He would wipe his mouth and hand it back.
She didn't yet have enough alcohol in her system to trust asking a dare. She had the feeling that BK was a lot more talented at this game than she was, and she was easily embarrassed.
"Truth," she said with a shy smile, taking another drink. "I promise I won't always say truth."
He would look down at her hand, realizing she felt bad for him.
Nobody felt bad for Ken Simpson.
He grinned.
"It's alright. Dude was a dick, and it's not like the home meant much to me."
He would think. What dare could he do that she wouldn't be mortified doing? He would chuckle to himself for a moment.
"I dare you to go into your room, grab a pair of clean underwear, put it on your head like a mask and walk to the vending machine out in the hall to buy some candy. If anyone mentions it to you, pretend you don't know what their talking about."
He grinned broadly, handing her the bottle so she could take a drink of liquid courage should she need it.
Even if he was a dick... Her fingers tightened around his knee for just a moment before she pulled her hand back. Without her chains, she didn't really know how to make him feel better... and so she let it die.
And focused, instead, on the dare.
Her cheeks flushed as she looked at him, lips pursing into a thin line. She was mentally going over every reason she shouldn't do that... and every way she could get out of it.
Grabbing the bottle, she took a swig, coughing slightly as the amber fluid burned her throat, and then glanced back at her door. "Now? Because Mikky isn't here for you to do your dare now."
Maybe if she waited until night, there would be less of a chance of people seeing her.