Together again (Jt and Prof.)

Sora's face was still bright red when she remembered the game they were playing.

Sora: Uh. . . H-have you ever stuffed your bra to?

Aimee gave a sly smile at the question. "False." She said as a matter of factually. After all, who was she to impress? Her parent's never permitted any company to her. "Truth or dare?" She asked in a near excited tone. She was beginning to like this game.

Sora: I'll go dare, I guess.

She took a big bite of cake, munching on it quietly.

Damn! Aimee grimaced to herself. She still didn't know what a good dare entailed. "Um..." She glanced around the room for ideas. "I-I dare you to.... Put lipstick on blindfolded..." She finished with a glowing smile.

Sora: Okay. . . Yeah. . .

She went to grab lipstick and came back. Unfortunately, she had no clue how to put on lipstick, let alone do it blindfolded. So, she used a t-shirt to cover her eyes, and put on the lipstick. Save to say, it wasn't pretty.

Aimee let out a laugh as Sora smeared the lipstick across her face. She did even worse that I thought! Aimee recovered from her fit, and cleared her throat. It isn't polite to chortle. She thought once more minding her manners. "I think it's only fair I choose dare."

Sora: Yeah, go eat the rest of your piece of cake without a fork.

She grabbed at a napkin, and started rubbing it on her mouth.

Aimee's face went pale at the dare. "T-the whole thing? I-I haven't even finished this piece yet!" She pleaded, looking over to her task. "F-....fine." She said standing up. T-this is a stupid game. How unladylike. Over-eating, making a mess of myself, eating sweets. Bending over to the cake, she takes a bite from it, with her hands behind her back. After half a cake of eating in a humiliating dog like fashion, Aimee finally straightens her back, welcoming the a pose of not being bent over the counter. "C-can I fold this one? I-I don't think I feel well." She said in a tone pathetic enough to match her now paler skin.

Sora was giggling madly, covering her mouth.

Sora: I meant the piece you were eating, not the entire cake.*Giggles* Oops.*Giggles* Well, Dare me, Aimee.*Giggles.*

Having misunderstood, Aimee lights up with embarrassment. "Y-you mean, you meant....!" Aimee boobed over to the table, and slumped into her chair, completing the gesture by laying her head down. "B-but I got so far...." She pleaded perhaps to fate. "Very well then!" Moving into the kitchen, then back she slams a yellow bottle onto the table. "Drink this entire bottle of Dijon mustard!" She demanded, her voice crying out for revenge.

Sora: Okay.

Sora took the mustard, took to gulps, then panicked. She tried to spit it out, and some of it went out of her nose. So, putting her pride on the line, she drank the entire bottle. When she finished, she shoved the rest of the cake in her mouth while clutching the table cloth.

Sora:*Swallows* I win. . . Hooray. . .

Aimee loosed perhaps the most genuine sounding laugh she had since meeting Sora. "Wow! I'm impressed." She said clapping lightly. After a moment of consideration, she decides for herself, that the dares were more fun anyways. "Dare me." She said in a challenging tone.

Sora: Bring me ice cold water. That's my dare.

Aimee gave another giggle. "Well that wasn't very creative, but okay." Leaving from kitchen, and then returning with the item, Aimee offers the dare to Sora. "There you go, you've earned it. Now... Truth or dare?"

Sora gulped half of it down, then giggled a bit.

Sora: You seem to be good with dares. So, I'll choose dare again, just to see if you can keep it up.

Aimee rolled the idea around once more, and swung her legs back, and forth in her chair for a moment. "I dare you to hug your crush with no explanation next time you see them. Perhaps the boy from last week?" Aimee spoke, a devious smile growing across her face. To her, a simple hug was extremely taboo to give to anyone but the very closest people after all.

Sora:*Blush* Okay. . . So, truth or dare?

Aimee clapped her hands excitedly a few times before receiving the question. "I think I am of your mind Sora! Lets say dare, for the sake of interest." She continued the cheer. The truth was, she had never went so long without working on something. This may have been the most fun she had ever had.

Sora: Hmm. . . I think. . . Uh. . . Ah~.

She grabbed the lipstick, and held it up.

Sora: I dare you to let me put lipstick on you.

Aimee looked at shot-y job Sora had done on herself. "F-fine." She relented. G-girl... touching... my lips... Aimee blushed lightly, as she waited for the lipstick.

Sora walked over, and applied the lipstick. It wasn't too bad, at least to Sora, it wasn't.

Sora: Okay, and done. I'll also choose dare, just so you can get revenge.

Aimee spent the ordeal with her eyes squeezed shut to help her ignore how close Sora was to her face. She played with a couple of idea's, but in truth her mind was fuzzy now from a slight anxiety. "I-... um.... Eat the lipstick..." She dared in a quizzical tone.

Sora: Uh. . . Sure?

She looked at the lipstick, then ate it, gagging as she did.

Sora: Ewe, ewe, ewe. Never again.

Aimee regained her smile at the event, giggling uncontrollably. "Hehehe, the lipstick can't hurt anyone, anymore!" She said, and continued giggling. "Maybe I'll play a safe truth, this time." She decided out loud.

Sora sat down, then started to think of what she wanted to say.

Sora: Have you. . . Ever been bullied?