Slumber Party!

Marley
I put my stuff done, glancing at Riddle with an amused smile "Dang, I used to have a flamethrower! For about thirty seconds..." I frowned at the memory

Marissia: "Now I want a flamethrower," I complained. "Where did you guys get yours?"

Riddle: I felt let down. I thought there would be a bridge. "Oh...So...you don't sleep OVER a...big hole? Darn." I was sad about that. I turned back to Melissa. "Of course I have a flame thrower. I built it out of taco shells one afternoon." This room I was sitting in was nicer than my entire wing in Auda. I tried not to stare at the decor. I didn't want the furniture to be intimidated.

Marissia: "You've got to tell me where to get one of those," I said as I sat down on the floor. "Everyone ready for Truth or Dare?"

Sarah
"I've used a flamethrower," I said with a grin. "That was some really cool stuff."
"Peter show you?" Nike asked.
"Of course!"
"Oh, I like flamethrowers," Leslie added before pausing. "We really aren't quite like most girls, are we?" she asked with a laugh. "Okay, yeah, let's play!"

Riddle: I was confused. You could steal taco shells from any fast food joint. "You can steal them from any fast food joint." I said, confusedly.

Marissia: I frowned. "You can steal flamethrowers from fast food joints?"

Riddle: "I dunno. I built my flamethrower out of taco shells. I thought that that was what you meant..." I tried to explain.

Sarah
"Riddle," I said, "most people can't make flamethrowers out of taco shells."

Marissia: I frowned. "Yeah. I have no idea how to...never mind. Do you guys mind if we just start the game now?" I had the feeling I was missing out on something here.

Riddle: "Oh. Nevermind then...Erm. Weren't we going to play a rather non-violent game?" I asked, vaguely remembering a conversation from about 3 minutes ago. I wish my memory wasn't so shoddy. It makes it hard to remember things.

Marley
"I... ah... /found/ mine" I coughed "Yea... it was crazy... there was just... a flamethrower. Without guards. Guards with guns" I coughed

Riddle: "That sounds AWESOME."

Marissia: "Last time I checked, Truth or Dare is usually not violent. It depends though. This would be more fun with boys."

Marley
"I have a couple of brothers.... though I don't know if they would exactly fit in" I chuckled, trying to imagine it... but I think my brain is bleeding now

Riddle: I did not understand why it would be more fun with boys. Most boys I knew were very...Insistent on me not being violent. "Why?" I asked.

Marissia: "Because you can ask them embarrassing questions and make them look and feel stupid." I giggled. "But it's okay! It can be fun with us too!"

Marley
"Alright, let's do this!" I said, fist pumping in the air

Riddle: I didn't know you had to have permission to make people feel stupid. "LET'S HAVE FUN GUYS." I said seriously. Fun is SERIOUS BUISNESS.

Sarah
"Yeah, let's do it!" Leslie declared with a grin.

Marissia: I giggled. "Hey, Sarah! I dare you to call my brother up and tell him you love him!"

Sarah
"Wha?!" I asked. "But I didn't even get to pick truth or dare yet! You can't just dare me right away!"
"I think it would be funny," Leslie giggled.
"Who's side are you on?!"

Marissia: "Okay, when you truth or dare me you get to pick for me," I said. "But for now...call my brother! And put him on speaker!"

Riddle: "Wait. There's a choice? You're not just at the mercy of the person with the power of the question? That's...It'll work I guess." I had cogs in my brain. I don't remember putting them there.

Sarah
"Oh...! Ugh, fine," I said, giving in. I picked up the phone. "What's his number?" I asked, dread in my voice.