The Tempest

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

Sebastian took a seat closer to Simon than to the girl and kicked his feet up onto the table, leaning back in his seat casually. He wanted to leave the damn club and go do something that would actually be fun for him. He didn’t want to sit here and watch Simon try to pick up this girl who looked like a total bitch. When she offered a game he figured it was better than listening to them gab at each other so he agreed to partake in whatever stupid thing she came up with. When she walked away Simon took this opportunity to bitch about how long it took him to get their drinks. ”They distill the liquor right there for you?” He didn’t even bother answering but just looked at Simon and shrugged casually. ”This one talks too much. I’ve been hanging around you too long if I’m trying to pick up obnoxious, chatty blonds.” He had to smirk at this. “Good luck,” he offered and that was all he had to say on the subject. Alyson was one of a kind that was for sure. Not saying she was perfect or the hottest girl out there. She was just different.

When the girl returned with a bottle of tequila she filled shot glasses and sorted it out between them, describing the rules to this drinking game and it didn’t sound too bad. It was a way for them to know each other a little better (not that he cared to know either of them better) and get drunk at the same time. Maybe she’d stop talking and give Simon some more action if she had more liquor in her. ”I once won a yacht in a hand of poker.” Sebastian couldn’t recall whether he had won something in poker before or not. He knew that Simon could play cards and he had even lost a few things to his friend. Sometimes he swore that Simon cheated. He had to carry extra aces up his sleeve or something. “Truth,” Sebastian gave as his answer and upon finding out that Simon had lied he gulped down the tequila then slid the shot glass across the table so that the girl could fill it up again which she did.

[PENELOPE NOBLE]

”I’ll go first.” Penelope had to admit she was relieved that she wasn’t the one who would have to start out the game. At least she’d be able to gauge just how mild they started out. The game always ended up getting worse as you kept putting back shots. And Penelope knew that the more she drank it was likely she was ease up enough to not talk about stupid stuff like work promotions. ”I once won a yacht in a hand of poker.” Penelope didn’t know anything about Simon. He said that he was good at cards but she didn’t know how good.. and that also didn’t mean that he won a yacht. Maybe he won a motorcycle.. or a dog. It could be anything! ”Truth or drink?” So she went with her gut, “drink,” she said with a nod. It was a good thing too because his friend Sebastian said truth and was wrong. He was the only one at the table who had to drink. It was satisfying knowing that she was already off to a good start.

From the looks of Sebastian he didn’t seem like he was ready to share yet. “I guess I’ll go next,” she said and grabbed the bottle of tequila and filled up Sebastian’s shot glass again. At least he was participating. Maybe she could get them both drunk before she was too tipsy herself. Her eyes landed on her clutch which was on the table next to Simon, still out of her reach. That’s where she got the idea for what she was going to say. “I flirted my way out of paying for that purse.” She nodded to the clutch and then looked between the two men wondering what they were going to guess. “Truth or drink?” It was actually the truth.. she remembered when she went to the store to buy it. She wanted it so bad. She loved the color and how it had a shiny look to it.. but she had forgotten her wallet at home. The clerk was some teenaged boy who was trying to make some extra cash over the summer and she managed to play the dumb blonde part perfectly and walk away with a free bag. Not sure if he ever got fired for that..

[SIMON KINCAID]

Simon was surprised Sebastian had gotten it wrong, knowing he'd told him the story. Maybe he was confused on the boats worth, though. Or maybe he just wanted to get drunk. Either way, Penelope had gotten it right so shewas safe. For now.

"I guess I'll go next," Simon was actually looking forward to this, not because he thought it was fun, but it had the potential to get them sloppy drunk much faster than he could hope for. "I flirted my way out of paying for that purse. Truth or drink?". Simon looked at the purse he asholding and then back at Penelope. She was a pretty girl, but her attitude said she might not try something like that. Then again, he didn't know her all that well yet. Simon looked a Sebastian, waiting for his answer before finally saying "True." He had no idea if he was right, but he sure wanted to see her get wasted.

[PENELOPE NOBLE]

Sebastian sat there staring at the girl like he was sizing her up. He waited for Simon to give his answer and then echoed his response. ”True.” He hoped that they’d be wrong so they could take another shot. If he was drunk he wouldn’t have to bother with these two.

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”True.” It was true. Penelope pursed her lips together, glancing between the both of them before picking up her shot glass and putting back the yellow tinted alcohol. She scrunched up her face which proved it was gross still. When it stopped being disgusting that was when she’d be drunk as a skunk. While she refilled her glass she decided to try and strike up a bit more of conversation. She didn’t know why she was even trying.. but she was. “It’s easy to get what you want if you just use a little charm. And if I flirted my way to getting that clutch for free once, I’m sure I can weasle it away from you with a few shots,” She challenged and gave Simon her best ‘bring it’ look before leaning back in her seat, uncrossed her legs and recrossed them with the left on top this time.

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”My turn,” Sebastian piped up, not paying attention to what they were talking about. But instead of offering up a piece of information about him, true or false, he just picked up his shot glass and downed his second shot. When he leaned for the bottle to pour himself another he could sense that Penelope was looking at him puzzled. “You both would have got it right anyways.”

[SIMON KINCAID]

The cocky smirk returned as she brought the shot to her lips. If he and Sebastian did it right she would down this bottle before long, and then he could make his move. “It’s easy to get what you want if you just use a little charm. And if I flirted my way to getting that clutch for free once, I’m sure I can weasel it away from you with a few shots,” His brows shot up and he gave a soft chuckle. "They better be some very strong shots." His voice was smooth and he held the clutch tighter, giving the challenge right back to her.

”My turn,” Sebastian piped up, and Simon gave his buddy his full attention. He knew Sebastian pretty well, so he was almost certain he would get this one right, but decided he would let Penelope answer first. Maybe she would need to take another shot. She was never given the opportunity though, because Sebastian knocked back a shot before the question was even asked. His eyes flitted to the blond who looked a little confused, and truth be told so was he, though he didn't really shot it. “You both would have got it right anyways.” Simon rolled his eyes. Part of him wanted to tell his friend if he didn't want to be his wing man anymore than he could just scram, but he also didn't want to risk sounding like a dick in front of Penelope. Besides, having Sebastian there was good for now. At least until he starting acting like a true prick.

"Fine, my turn again." He said pursing his lips and looking at his shot as he considered what he was about to say. "Alright." He said after a moment. "Tonight, Penelope will let me escort her home. At least to her doorstep." His eyes fell on the girl, giving another cocky, but charming smirk. "Truth or drink?"

[PENELOPE NOBLE]

Penelope stared at Sebastian as if he’d just told her that grass grew upside down. He didn’t even give them a chance to guess and from his demeanor she got the feeling that he didn’t want to be there. Instead he drank his shot and then refilled his glass ready for the next one. And when she looked at Simon he didn’t seem too amused with his friend either.

”Fine, my turn again.” Simon was going to have another go at the game. ”Alright.” Penelope waited for Simon to figure out what he was going to tell them next. Would it be true or was he going to try and trick her into thinking that something was true. ”Tonight, Penelope will let me escort her home. At least to her doorstep.” The words surprised the female and it showed on her face that she was thrown off. ”Truth or drink?” A part of her wanted to stomp her foot and accuse him of being a jerk for trying to trick her into this. If she said no and he had to drink then she would seem like a snooty bitch just in it for the free drink. She was sitting here so she could get her clutch back, the drinks were just a bonus! If she drank her shot then she’d been seen as a floozy who was willing to let this stranger go home with him. There was no right or wrong answer since it hadn’t been determined yet.

The girl bit down on her bottom lip and shifted her eyes to the shot glass in front of her. It was her choice what was going to happen.. ”Drink,” She heard Sebastian say and she looked up to the dark haired creep. She wanted to reach across the table and slap that smirk right off his too handsome face. She narrowed her eyes at him, he must have thought that she was a prude. Well, she would have to prove him wrong! Floozy it was! “Fine!” Penelope snapped, her eyes in a fixed glare directed at Sebastian as she picked up the shot and tipped her head back so it would go down easy. It didn’t go down easy. She dropped the shot glass down on the table, which Sebastian took the liberty to refill for her along with his own, while Penelope made a look of disgust from the horrid taste of tequila. Perhaps she should have grabbed a more expensive bottle for Simon to pay for.. the good stuff went down smooth.

She felt like they were watching her and she looked at Simon. “Okay, you want to play dirty?” Penny could play dirty! Sure, maybe she was going to let this hunky man walk her home but it didn’t mean she was going to let him in. And she was going to do her best to get him to drink. “You’re going to walk me home,” That part she’d apparently agreed on already. “And I’m going to let you in.” She was ready to see just how highly he thought of himself. Did he think he had a shot?

[SIMON KINCAID]

Penelope seemed almost annoyed by his question, which didn't phase Simon in the least. "Drink,"Came Sebastian's reply and his eyes moved back to the blond expectantly. He all but pouted at her to see if she would give in. "Fine!" She snapped, blue eyes glaring at Sebastian. Did she just agree to let him take her home? The smirk slid up his face, knowing he'd already won. His tablemates drank their shots and then got their refills while Simon sat smugly and watched them.

When Penelope was done wincing from the liquor she turned her eyes to him. "Okay, you want to play dirty?" He chuckled and rolled his shoulders, "If you like it dirty.." He teased gently. "You're going to walk me home, and I'm going to let you in." Simon thought long and hard, letting out a small "hmm.." as he considered his answer. He had the feeling she wanted him to get one wrong, but he also had the feeling she knew how optimistic he was about getting into her pants. She knew he was a cocky bastard an that he would play dirty to get what he wanted, but he also suspected she sort of liked it.

"That's tough." His eyes moved to Sebastian. "Drink." He said after a moment, not wanting to come off as being as cocky as he actually was. Plus he was challenging her. Either way he won; if he was right she had to drink, if he was wron he was coming home with her tonight.

[PENELOPE NOBLE]

”That’s tough.” She felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that she was going to get him to drink now. ”Drink.” ...w-what? ”Drink,” Sebastian smirked as he nodded at Simon like they shared some sort of mutual knowledge. Damnit! “You were suppose to say truth! Goddammit..” Penny let out a slew of swear words under her breath before taking the shot. She was suppose to get that one! This just meant that she had to be smarter about what she was going to say since Simon wasn’t going to fall for her tricks.
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Sebastian found amusement in Penny’s annoyance and he didn’t try concealing it from the table. He just sat there with his usual smirk and watched the girl tip back the shot glass. He reached over to give her a refill, growing sloppy and letting it spill over the brim onto the table. “I guess I’ll have a go this round,” he piped up before the girl could have a melt down over the spilled tequila, watching her dab at it with cocktail napkins. “I have never …”
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About fifteen shots later Penelope had turned into an entirely different person. She was loud and her guard had dropped. Clutch? What clutch?! She was too busy laughing at some idiotic thing that Sebastian said he’d done, pointing at him and claiming he was a liar and to drink two shots for his lies! “There is no way you did it with two of the Dallas Cowboy’s cheerleaders!” And she had been right it had been a lie. Too bad the bottle was almost gone...

“I’ve got a real good zinger right here.. this one gets the rest of the bottle,” Penny stood up and bumped into the table as her head spun from too many shots but she didn’t fall over so everything was okay! She picked up the bottle of tequila and pointed the mouth of the bottle at Simon. “I am going to get to dance tonight and you’re going to take me,” she narrowed her eyes at Simon as if daring him to call her a liar. “Truth or drink?” There was probably only 3 shots worth in the bottle but she waved the bottle in front of Simon’s face as if to taunt him while she swayed back and forth. She really wanted to dance. Lots of alcohol and blasting music equaled a Penny who wanted to boogie! Or throw up. Whichever came first.

[SIMON KINCAID]

Sebastian shared his sentiments and they were both able to see the annoyance grow on the blonds face. “You were suppose to say truth! Goddammit..” She took the shot, muttering some colorful words under her breath as she did so. The banter and silliness didn't stop there, though. More questions were asked, some resulting in annoyed reactions while others brought the table to laughter. Penelope was easing into their group, and though Simon knew Sebastian would still rather be elsewhere, he was still enjoying himself, getting pretty tipsy in the process. Simon himself even got a strong buzz going, but it was Penelope who was starting to teeter on drunk before long.

It took a few more shots for the girl to loosen up completely and to give Simon hope that her little game would result in a hookup. She was louder now, her inhibitions lost completely at this point. She was yelling at Sebastian to take more shots for his lies and Simon could do nothing but laugh along, covering his mouth as Sebastian gladly took the shots. He was surprised by how much he was enjoying his time with the pair considering he had thought the game would be a stupid one at best.

“I’ve got a real good zinger right here.. this one gets the rest of the bottle,” Simon was sure that her question wasn't a zinger, but he would go along with it anyway. "Go on." He encouraged in his low, sensual voice. “I am going to get to dance tonight and you’re going to take me,” Simon raised a brow. He did not dance. “Truth or drink?” Simon looked to Sebastian and then at the girl who was significantly more drunk than he was. Would he give up on his rule for her in order to get laid? With a little huff he snatched the bottle from her hand and downed the last few sips, wincing slightly as it burned its way down his throat. "Come on." He growled, giving a warning look to his best mate to not say a damn word, and honestly Sebastian couldn't with who he was being seen in public with. During the day, no less.

Simon got up and grabbed Penelope's arm and half carried, half escorted her out to the floor. He pulled her close, grinding and swaying his hips against her. "For the record I don't care to dance." He told her in a firm voice. "I expect something of a reward for this."