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Tweak says, "Sup Suzie Q?"

Truth or Shot — it was the game passed down for millenia, from parents to child, wherein participants were given the choice between answering a nosy question or taking a shot. Details were always encouraged.

And it's what one particular band of friends found themselves subjected to in Polyjuice, after more than enough reminiscing over them good ol' days when they prowled the streets of New York City.

Maggie turned to her next victim Fiona and activated an Angelic Smile(™). "Ever snuck out of a window after a naughty night?" She poured the lawyer's shot glass full in case it was a sensitive topic.

“Of course I have,” Fiona said and looked at the shot with a smirk because she definitely didn’t need to drink it. “You can’t apparate out of a muggle’s flat,” she said with a shrug. “It was kind of necessary… there might have been possible breaches in the statute of secrecy. But if I left and erased any trace I was there? He could totally just think he was dreaming. Maybe. I was really drunk so who knows.”

She slid the shot over towards Alex (just in case he needed it) “You’re next mate. On Montrose Magpies: Shag, Marry, and Slay. Make your picks. Doubles are allowed as long as you have one person for each.”

Alex gave Fiona a half-hearted glare, even while his eyes darted toward Maggie. His hand edged toward the shot glass, and he weighed the consequences of an honest answer. Finally, he pushed out a sigh, and then said in a rush: “Davies, Florrie, and myself- just to save Maggie the trouble. In that order.”

“Cop out!” Fiona said about Alex picking himself to kill. And smacked his arm for good measure. “And everyone wants to marry Florrie.”

Maggie nodded sagely. "Me included. But thanks for savin' me the trouble on the last yin."

He was tempted to take the shot anyway, but he pushed it to Chuck. “So, giggle-girl, does your dating pool have an age limit?”

Chuck settled for glaring at Alex rather than the shot he just pushed in front of her. "You're just jealous you're too young for it," she replied, sticking her tongue out in a very not-so-mature manner. The moment it had been asked Chuck had already decided she was taking the shot, and so quickly downed it before pushing the empty glass back in front of Maggie.

She indicated for Maggie to refill the shot. Thankfully it gave her a moment to think of a decent question. Chuck grinned when she finally thought of one "Ok... where's the weirdest place you've had a shag?"

Maggie dutifully filled the little glass to the top as she ran through the mental list of possible answers. Eventually, she settled on: "Service closet at Madison Square Gardens," and held her fist out for a bump from Alex without even looking to see if he'd reciprocate. She shrugged and winked at Chuck. "I like hockey."

Alex had no shame and returned the fist bump, his grin just on the wrong (or right??) side of smug.

It was time to turn the question back to the lone American at the table, though, because now there was a burning one in her mind. "Who's the oldest you've shagged?" It sounded like the most important thing she'd ever wanted to know.

Chuck glared at Alex. Again. Because in her mind it was obviously, and very clearly, his fault Maggie was asking the question. Well, she wasn't going to take another shot just yet, and with a sigh answered. Not that she had anything to hide or feel at all ashamed about - she just didn't like the line of questioning so much. "That'd be Cav."

If Maggie looked like she was choking on her beer (yes, she was also drinking beer), it's because she was. It took her half a minute to recover but there was no semblance of poker face. All she did was mutter "For fuck's sake, Cavallero," despite his lack of presence at the table.

Fiona reached to pat Maggie on the back. “You okay?” She also took a moment to think about it. “Is that Manager Cav?”

Maggie just rolled her eyes; it should count as a nod.

Alex was staring at Chuck as well, but his reaction was one of absolute pure delight. “I know we agreed that everything said at this table was said in the strictest of confidences, but you have just fucking made my life!”

Chuck just rolled her eyes and pushed the shot across to Fiona. "Have you ever flashed someone 'important'?" she asked.

Fiona arched an eyebrow at that question and really had to think of the answer. Had she. Fiona looked over to Alex as if he had a suggestion for her. “Have I ever been that drunk?” The answer was probably yes. But did she flash anyone. “I don’t remember so…” Fiona said picking up the glass to take the shot. Burned down so good.

She slammed it down and pushed it back to Maggie to fill up the shot again. “Your turn, Mags Prefect. What is the most illegal thing you've ever done?”

"That's yer question? There wisna much tae do growin' up in the 'Craig, love." Maggie had an even harder time with this one. She chewed her lip before she listed off on her fingers, "Trespassed. Shoplifted. Barfights — but always on the proper side. Illicit substances." Why did she feel like she was forgetting something? "Oh! An' vandalism." She raised her eyebrows at Fiona. "I dinna ken which is most illegal, Fiona Lawyer, so ye can decide. But don't forget, table silence is legally binding." That... probably wasn't true.

That was not nearly as satisfying as Fiona thought it would be. “Depends on the result of the barfights, but probably the illicit substances,” Lawyer Fiona explained.

Then Maggie looked at Alex. "Most fuckin' embarrassin' moment of yer life? Spill, if ye'd be so kind, an' in excruciating detail."

Of course she would go there. Alex wasn't even surprised. He lifted the glass halfway up, teasing a non-answer, but really he was just trying to rank the most embarrassing. “Tokyo, five years ago. I was heading up this marketing pitch for a new account with a huge textile and fabric company- notoriously insulated, never sat down with an outside firm before, that kind of thing. Anyway, they had this new material they were looking to introduce to the international market, and had sent my team suits made out of the stuff. Impervious to the elements, quick drying, practically armor, really awesome stuff. It practically sold itself, and I was just there to clench the deal with a killer presentation. We worked for three months on it. No way we could fail.

“So, day of, I decide to run to the restroom right before the meeting. And of course, because this kind of shit always happens, I managed to splash water on my pants when I was washing my hands. Didn't think too much about it, so I cast a quick drying spell on them, and went in to present. Everything is going great, right? I mean, it's hard to get a read on the company execs even on a good day, so I don't even get a clue that anything is wrong until I catch the horrified looks on my team's faces. One of them is trying so subtly to direct my attention downward, but at that point I have a sneaking suspicion: somehow, the spell had interacted with the wards already in the fabric, rendering it invisible. And I'd chosen that day to go commando.”

He paused for a moment to let the visual sink in. “So, long story short- and tying a little into Fiona’s truth- that's how I happened to inadvertently flash a prospective client, but also led them to uncover new applications that I think may have had military applications. Oh, and everyone in the office started giving me underwear for gifts from there on out.”

At first Chuck didn't show any kind of reaction though she had her suspicion as to where the story was going. A snort escaped at first, quickly followed by laughter and a lot of giggling at the punchline of the story. "Sorry... sorry... but oh I'm never never ever forgetting that!"

Fiona lost it. She started laughing so hard, even when she guessed what was coming. And whatever she suspected was coming out of the story, the truth was actually better. She was wiping her eyes from tears because it was just too funny.

Maggie, doubled over, only paused long enough to whistle so loud their server whirled around to give a glare of warning. She raised her hands in the silent promise of 'I'll never do it again, probably.'

“My pain for your pleasure, ladies. You're welcome.” Alex gave a single shoulder shrug, chuckling, but his face still burned a little with the memory. He pushed the shot in Fiona’s direction. “What's the most vindictive thing you've done to an ex?”

The laughing faded off a bit when Alex shot her that question. There was a glare in there. Making her think of he they didn’t talk about. But she didn’t take the shot. Fiona could do this. “I put a boggart in his bedroom closet. And warded the door so he couldn’t get the boggart out. Or get his clothes,” Fiona said.

So then it was Fiona’s turn. She pushed the shot over to Chuck and started thinking of her next question. “What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done on a date?”

Chuck thought about it for a second. There were definitely at least one or two, possibly more, moments she could think of that definitely qualified. Most recently, even if it wasn't actually a date, was meeting Lennox's ma the first time and she'd been in her nightwear. That had been embarrassing - even if it did turn out alright in the end. "Yeeeah, I'm gonna pass on that one," she said, before downing the shot.

After refilling the glass, she pushed it back in front of Maggie. Luckily she'd already thought of a question that would've worked for any of them. "Has anyone ever walked in on you and your date having sex?"

"Of course," Maggie replied with an angelic smile. "The key is to not show shame -- then you're golden. Braw, even."

Maggie looked at Alex, angelic smile even more pronounced. This should be bad. "Who're ye pursuing the most right now?"

A dark look passed over Alex’s face, but it wasn’t directed at any one of his companions. “Some things are better left behind wards,” he muttered right before tossing the shot back.

The glass hit the table with a solid noise, and he refilled it immediately, only to push it to Maggie. “What’s the name of the last guy you kissed?”

"Alexander." Maggie replied with unbreakable poker face. Technically? True.

He peered at her, and then tossed his hands up in a look of absolute innocence. “Not it! Not unless you’re saying you haven’t kissed anyone since you left New York, and that’s just not possible. There’s not a universe that exists wherein Maggie MacDougal is voluntarily celibate.”

Fiona was very confused about that answer. “Yeah no. I can’t believe it’s you. Who is the other Alexander?”

Maggie shrugged nonchalantly. "Don't have ta answer questions asked that aren't Truth or Shot." Then, to Fiona: "What're you lookin' fur? Wha's hot?"

She arched an eyebrow at that question. “That’s very non specific,” Fiona said but she couldn’t just take a shot at that. Fiona also looked at Alex too because he was aware of… things.

“I’m looking for a bloke that I can kick to my floor after sex because I’m not doing relationships right now,” Fiona said honestly. And needed a drink of beer for that. “What’s hot? Tall so I can climb. Abs are nice but not absolutely necessary. A good face to look at.” She shrugged.

Fiona pushed the shot over to Alex. “Best sex you’ve ever had.”

Without even batting an eye or taking at all long to answer, Alex replied: “Madison Square Gardens. Service closet.”

“Pft.” Fiona shook her head. “Repeating answers shouldn’t be allowed.”

Alex shrugged. “Can’t help it if it’s true.”

One fist bump delivery, from Maggie to Alex.

His lips were already trembling as he turned to Chuck. “Is Campbell just as quiet in the bedroom as he is on the pitch?”

Okay there was another moment Fiona laughed out loud. “Oh that’s a good one.”

The moment the word 'Campbell' left Alex's mouth Chuck just knew she wasn't going to like the question. She pursed her lips and glared at Alex as he finished the question. "Not. Fucking. Telling." she growled, finishing it off by quickly downing her shot and slamming the glass down. Pissed off by the question, Chuck whipped her wand out and cast Langlock on Alex.

"Serves you bloody right," she muttered, as she put her wand back in its pocket before refilling and pushing the shot glass towards Alex. "You ever ditch someone in the middle of a date?"

He was far too busy laughing to even counter the spell, and then suddenly finding his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth made the situation even more hysterical and absurd- especially when the next question was directed to him. Unable to answer the question aloud, he pulled out his notebook and scribbled out an answer before showing it to the group. Yes- but, in my defense, it was a nightmare blind date, and she was still hung up on her ex

Alex poked his finger at Chuck, then at his own mouth, brows climbing up in equal parts exasperation and request. In the meantime, he tore the page out and started writing again before pushing it across the table to Maggie. Worst breakup? Bonus points for property damage.

Chuck just gave Alex a look that more than hinted at her not caring he couldn't talk at the moment, and merely shrugged at him.

Maggie had to finish snorting laughing and totally not snorting at the same time before she looked at the paper. She held her beer up to Chuck in cheers and took a long drink. When she finally peered down, though, she immediately reached for the shot and knocked it back. Then refilled it and knocked it back again. Then refilled it, and passed it to Chuck. She wasn't even going to say 'no.' "Biggest lie ye've ever told?"

Somehow, Alex was able to push out an impressed whistle at Maggie's non-answer, extremely intrigued. Had he resigned himself to his non-verbal fate for the moment? It seemed like a fitting penance, so he bore it with as much grace as he could.

For a second or so Chuck had to really think of an answer to that. As far as she could recall most of her lying had always been fairly innocuous. "Hmm... Oh! That'd have to be pretending to be my friend on her blind date that she didn't want to go on," she replied. "Didn't blame her a bit. Guy turned out to be kind of a dick... but he never did realise he was on a date with the wrong girl."

Chuck still wasn't feeling very forgiving towards Alex for his question, and so wasn't tempted to undo the hex at this point. Though she was quite willing that he get a question from her again and pushed the glass in front of him. "If you could go back in time and erase one thing you said or did, what would it be?"

His hand inched toward the shot glass, and then stopped. A certain look crept over his features, and he paled a little as he picked up his pen again and started writing. Project 2154, Solarbrite Smiles

Alex sat back in a sudden moody silence- not even magically aided- and drained his nearly full pint glass in one go. That done, however, he pulled his notebook toward him again and scribbled out a question that he then handed it over to Fiona. Who was the One that Got Away?

“I hate your questions,” was Fiona’s immediate response. She’d been mostly sitting back and enjoying the play by play and seeing Alex get hexed and well… she just sat there and drank. So Fiona basically wasn’t going to answer and she took the shot instead. Better to get drunk after all.

Fiona pushed the shot to Maggie to refill and thought on her next question. “So, Alexander, the last bloke you’ve kissed. Not this one over here. Rate that snog from 1 to 10.”

Maggie's eyes narrowed; she had some serious math to do. "Cute, a point. Obligin', a point. Considerate, a point. He was in a suit, a point an' a half." She considered for a moment. "Naw, twa points. He looks fuckin' braw in suits. Fun as hell, twa points. Gains a point and a half for it still bein' new. Twa points withheld 'cos I know he's holdin' back, but half a point given 'cos he let loose a little more than he's done in the past. A point 'cos he let me push our showtime back to snog in my flat."

She was... far enough into drinking to not be able to do this math in her head, so she snatched Alex's paper and quill and scribbled out the quick and very messy formula: 1 + 1 + 1 + 1.5 2 + 2 + 1.5 - 2 + 0.5 + 1 = long pause. Redo the math. = 8. "Eight outta ten," she announced with a smug grin, sliding the paper back over.

“Respect,” Fiona said offering a fist bump to Maggie for her 8/10 snog.

The self-satisfied look would be hard to wipe from Maggie's face for a while. Sorry. Still, she pushed the shot inch by inch over to Fiona. "If we could help you shag someone—be your best wing-witches an' -wizard—who would it be?"

Oh if only Meaghan was at this party. But alas, another day perhaps. “Myron Wagtail.”

Fiona slid the shot back over to Chuck. She’d been a hard one to get answers from tonight, but would she answer or just more likely get drunk now?

“What was the last thing you said or wrote to Lennox?” Could be good or could be tame.

Chuck groaned. Not because it was an embarrassing question, or even that her answer was embarrassing. Awkward, yes; embarrassing, no. She'd talked to Lennox plenty since that morning but it was hard to kind of forget. "Well, it wasn't the last-last time but the thing I thought of kind of happened after impromptuly meeting his mum... in the morning after the first Neep match," she replied. "Anyway the last thing I said to him, aside from goodbye, was: Sorry about that. When I went downstairs to make tea I didn't expect we'd actually have any visitors."

The bright side of the slightly awkward meeting was that she at least knew Lennox's mum approved of her. Although Chuck still hoped that their next meeting took place at a time where she was actually properly dressed and not just in her nightwear.

Brows climbing skyward, Alex let out an amused snort and grinned at Chuck, absolutely delighted.

After quickly tallying things up in her head, which when you were just the other side of tipsy wasn't as easy as you'd think, Chuck realised she'd asked Maggie and Alex two questions each but Fiona only the one. Clearly it was time to ask Fiona another one. "Name the worst kiss or snog or whatever you've ever had," she said, sliding the glass back across to Fiona.

“Or whatever?” Fiona asked as she pulled the glass towards her. “Well, worst snog ever was Joey Jenkins back when we were in Hogwarts. He plays for the Cannons now so you know he still doesn’t have much game,” she said and may have smirked a little bit at the pun.

So it was back to Alex again, and she slid the shot glass over to him. “If I ask a good enough question, we should let him answer out loud,” Fiona started first to clarify. “If you woke up one morning as a lass, what would you do?”

"Yeah, alright," she said, after pondering it for a second. It was a pretty good question, and Chuck was curious enough about the answer that she was willing to let Alex actually verbally answer it. So she finally cast finite at Alex allowing him to speak again. Not that she apologised for hexing him. Because nope.

He had to roll his tongue around his mouth a few times, just to get the sensation back. It wasn’t the first time he’d been on the business end of that particular jinx, and Alex knew it wasn’t likely to be the last. Also, it afforded him a few moments to think of an answer. “Honestly? I’d probably go shopping. Try on all the clothes that look so amazing on you ladies. I mean, I’m not saying I want to wear it now, but if I had the body for it, it’s definitely something I’d want to explore.”

Well aware that his answer was neither particularly scandalous nor salacious, he shrugged a shoulder at his companions and slid the shot toward Maggie. “How did you meet this Alexander-who-isn’t-me?”

Maggie heaved a sigh. It was overblown and melodramatic, and the long exhale ended in her dropping her forehead to the tabletop. "Ye ken that ye're a relentless fuckin' bunch? This is why I don't snog'n'spill." She downed the shot — she could have said 'through my bestie,' but then the ruse would be up. And if she wanted to leave titles out but think about the actual event, well... it had been something like seventeen fucking years ago, she sure as hell didn't remember it. Might as well keep a little mystery and get drunk on the way.

She refilled the glass and pushed it over to Chuck. "Ever taken nude photos? Yerself or someone else, I dinnae care."

Knowing before now that some, if not all, the questions put to her might be about Lennox and that she'd probably be taking more shots than actually answering any of them, Chuck had stuck with drinking water in between shots. So when Maggie asked her a question she nearly choked on the water she'd just sipped. "Might've done... once," she said as nonchalantly as possible, and trying not to blush at all, at least once she'd managed to calm down a little to be able to give an answer.

Chuck slid the glass to Alex. "What's the weirdest recurring dream you've had in the past year?"

He contemplated the glass- and his answer- for a moment. He had one, but it was a little too heavy for the current atmosphere. Instead, Alex tossed back the shot with a small, conspiratorial smile, before refilling it and pushing it toward Fiona. “If you'd never gotten involved in the law, what do you think you'd be doing right now?”

“Well Quidditch player was out,” Fiona said with a laugh and taking a drink to think about it. “I don’t know. It’s a hard question. The lawyer thing was just an opportunity that fell into my lap after getting my NEWTS,” she explained. “I did know I wanted to travel though. I had considered getting a job with Transylvanian Magical Tours,” she admitted with a smirk.

Fiona slid the shot glass over to Chuck for another question. “What’s something you have seen that you wish you could unsee?”

"Does walking in on my parents count? Because I sure as hell wish I could unsee that," she replied with a shudder. Thankfully it was only the once, and even more fortunate was the fact she'd never walked in on any of her grandparents... cause ew. Just no. Never. Nope.

"If you had only one person you could ever shag again for the rest of your life, who would you pick?" she asked, as she pushed the glass across to Maggie.

“If she doesn’t say Finbar Quigley, I’ll pay everyone at this table five galleons right on the spot,” Alex wagered. “But I’m calling it a win if she chooses to drink instead.”

Maggie raised her glass to Alex and announced gleefully, "Finbarse Quigley!" (Then she took a hearty drink.)

It was time for the medic to ask another question of Fiona — luckily she had one in her back pocket. "Fi," she began, batting her eyelashes, "tell us about a time yin'a of yer spells went spectacularly awry."

Fiona frowned thoughtfully at that question, trying to think or something truth worthy. “Well, it was most definitely when I was drunk,” she said. “And was really pissed off…” Emotional turmoil added to that. “I might have crushed an ex-boyfriend’s car. Accidentally. Sort of. Without a wand,” she said grinning and shrugged sheepishly.

Whistling low, Alex shook his head. “Should’ve asked you the breakup question. Well done!”

She slid the shot glass right back to Maggie since she had another question for her. “To turn to something more positive, what was the greatest day of your life?”

It didn't take long for her to come up with the answer: "When I got my owl from King's," she replied easily, invoking the name of the New York school she'd done healer training at, "an' they told me I'd dae the lot on their dime. Thank Merlin or I'd'a been fucked a dozen fuckin' ways." Somehow, years later, she /still/ felt relieved about it.

Maggie turned to Chuck. "What've ye always wanted ta dae but never done?"

"Easy! Bungee jumping," she answered quickly. Though there were plenty of other things she'd always wanted to do but always been that little bit scared to do. "Funny thing. I got no problems being high up on a broom, but jumping off a platform and only connected to it by a harness and cord? Been too much of a coward to actually give it a go."

Chuck slid the shot glass across to Fiona. "Hmm... okay, have you ever had a crush find out you liked them and they've turned you down?"

Fiona gave Chuck a look at that question, and wasn’t even going to contemplate that answer. She lifted the shot glass and tossed it back with a very clear gesture of fuck that question.

Leaning over, Alex patted Fiona’s arm. “It just wouldn't have worked out, Fi. Sorry.”

That earned a glare from Fiona but then it turned into a smirk. “In your dreams. You couldn’t handle this fabulous.”

(Maggie cackled.)

She set the glass down so it could be filled again. Oh yes the drunk would be setting in soon. Fiona looked to Alex, thinking he was the deserving victim of another question.

“What’s something you’ve done to pretend to be cool?” Fiona smirked at that too because there was a tease in that question.

After refilling the glass, Alex made a show of thinking about it, and then raised it in a toast. “Sorry to disappoint, ladies, I've never not been cool.” He tossed the shot back with a self-satisfied smirk before scooting the glass in Chuck’s direction.

Maggie snorted as loud as she could manage. "Fuckin' lie, tha' yin."

“None of you knew me at school, so how could you say for sure?” He winked at Maggie.

“So,” he drew out the word, “about Lennox-"

Chuck's eyes narrowed the moment she heard the first syllable of the name, and didn't even let Alex finish asking the rest of question having quickly whipped her wand out and casting tarantallegra at him. "You just can't help yourself can you?" she asked, knowing full well what the answer was.

Then she couldn't help giggling, and it wasn't long before it turned into full-blown laughter, when Alex's legs started to dance.

There was something resigned in Alex's expression, much like the tongue sticking jinx, because- yeah- he deserved this all over again. But rather than attempt to save his dignity, he called up his own music charm, pushed back his chair, and then jumped on their table and started dancing. Best to just lean into this sort of thing.

(And this would become the story of how some cheeky American bloke managed to pay off his table’s tab with tips from… appreciative patrons.)