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Log: Truth or Dare - The Bertie Botts Edition
Who: Draco Malfoy and Jilly Coppercorn
What: Children's games with jelly bean
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Town
Rating: PG-13 - depends on the questions I suppose
Draco is sat outside the Bonsai, a shot glass of firewhisky on the bench seat beside him and a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans and on the table.
The sun is beaming down on him and the light glints off his sunglasses as he takes another cool sip.
What: Children's games with jelly bean
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Town
Rating: PG-13 - depends on the questions I suppose
Draco is sat outside the Bonsai, a shot glass of firewhisky on the bench seat beside him and a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans and on the table.
The sun is beaming down on him and the light glints off his sunglasses as he takes another cool sip.
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Looking back out over the street, she'll nod to where people are walking past. "Okay... here's your dare. Pick any person walking past and insist you know them. You have to talk to them for at least two minutes before you find an excuse to leave."
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He blinked at the dare and looked out at the people walking past. "They're going to think I'm a bloody lunatic."
He frowned, half wishing he hadn't started this. "Alright," he mutters with a sigh, smoothing out his hair before standing up a little shakily.
He cricked his neck and stepped forward.
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Leaning back on the bench, she'll sip at the firewhiskey, watching in amusement.
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"Teddy you miserable bastard, how've you been?"
The brunette looked at him utterly confused as Draco grinned and talked away.
"How's Millicent, I know you always had an eye on her." he continued not letting the protesting man get a word in edgeways. If it was one thing Draco Malfoy learned from his mother it was how to keep control in a social engagement.
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She took another careful sip. "See? That wasn't so bad."
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"Alright... how about eye for an eye.... I'll take a dare."
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"Alright, I dare you to stand in the middle of that street and starting singing at the top of your lungs."
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"Alright," she said, already in the middle of rising to her feet. "Any preference to what I'm tormenting them with?"
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"On a dark desert highway," she began... Lindsey's fault, since she's been listening to him play enough that she went with the first song in her head..., "Cool wind in my hair-"
Her voice isn't that bad, though the effort for volume doesn't help with control and she had a hard time staying in pitch, but she doesn't seem bothered in the least, even with the strange looks of people passing by (or else stopping to stare in confusion.
She doesn't even try to stop after the first verse and chorus, instead happily blustering through the entire song (there was even a ridiculous, swaying dance to the chorus of "Welcome to the Ho-tel Ca-li-fornia!") before ending with a flourish and a dramatic bow... to slightly befuddled and scattered applause from a couple of people who actually stopped.
Sweeping her hair back out of her face with a smooth motion, she'll triumphantly make her way back to Draco."
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Leaning back against the bench, she pulled her feet up under her. "So... truth or dare?"
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She paused as she considered. "Alright...what is the least favorite loss you've had to deal with here?"
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"I'm sorry. That... I'm sorry."
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We'd lost our memories so I didn't realise they were mine at first. [Mumbles]
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But to actually forget...even for a week...
Would that make it better or worse?
Reaching out, she lay her hand over his. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."
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