SINGLES NIGHT [OPEN EVENT]

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"Pft... you've really raised the bar. Will you even be able to do this question yourself?" Leon chuckled with a small smile forming on his lips, confidently taking his whiteboard and dry erase marker without a second thought. It seemed obvious that Leon was going to tell the truth of this question, and there was no question that he'd thoughtlessly scribble 'no one' on it like every question before it. He believed himself to be a guy of a particularly pure heart that didn't think these things so early. However, when he wrote those two words down, his smirk faded and his skin turned pale. "I—what?"

The little bulb attached to the whiteboard flickered red. Not green. Red. Maybe his writing wasn't clear enough? Leon erased the perfectly legible words only to write it down again, but the bulb still turned red. 'Nobody' didn't fix it, and neither did 'not a single person'. That was impossible! Again and again, the light turned red no matter how he wrote the answer. After several attempts of rewording what he thought he felt, Leon was faced with the uncomfortable reality of his subconscious desires. He was glaring at the whiteboard now, hesitating to write his next answer down, but he had to know. Slowly, he wrote it. Every letter seemed to take up more and more space, but once he finished it, he suddenly felt his very spirit rupture.

"HUH?" Leon suddenly stood from his seat, the whiteboard in front of his face riddled with shock. Those thick, black brows of his twitched as he stared wide-eyed at the board, his cheeks suddenly lighting up and his knuckles beginning to turn pink too. The guy almost looked angry, standing there at a loss for words for at least twenty seconds before he slowly sat down and quietly laid his whiteboard on its face. He didn't want to look at Percy just yet, for more than one reason, one of which being that he couldn't imagine the face he was making right now. Hell, what sort of face was Leon making right now? He couldn't tell, just letting his face scrunch up in moderate discomfort as the dare weighed on his buzzed mind. He raised two fingers to the bartender, and two vanilla bourbon shots appeared right in front of him shortly after. He downed them both in a similar fashion to how quickly Percy downed two shots earlier, needing to saturate his body with more and more alcohol as the night progressed. He liked to think that he had a pretty tough stomach and could suck up a lot of embarrassing things and just do them, but this was on a whole new level of embarassing. But waiting any longer would only make him feel more unsettled than he already was, so with one deep breath, Leon sharply looked away from Percy and gave it his best moan.

The moan was reasonably loud and just as deep as his speaking voice. His mouth would hang open as he pushed out that smooth, aroused sound with the faintest rumble trailing at the very end of it. Compared to others, Leon's moans were shorter and guttural, like a labored beast in heat. The inky haired man had never had a reason to moan with such a dirty context, let alone have sex, so whether or not he replicated his moans as accurately as possible was up in the air. However, one thing was certain—Leon gave his best when he did the dare. He put his all into everything he did, no matter how painfully embarrassing it was.

"Hey!" Leon was glaring at the bartender now, who was looking at him like some thing, his face covered with a strip of pink blush and his hands all in fists, "You heard that, right?!" There was a moment of pause between them, Leon with a disgruntled look of anticipation in his marigold eyes as he looked at the bartender. But with an almost shit-eating smile, the bartender shook his head, insisting that he hadn't heard anything unusual. It was at this point that Leon, quite literally, slammed his head onto the countertop and moaned again, even louder. The blush was spreading to the rim of his ears, to the tip of his nose, and it got to the point where the pink on his knuckles had spread to his entire hand. Slowly, Leon looked up, and the bartender nodded with that self-satisfied grin of his, letting him know that the conditions of the dare had been satisfied. "Ugh...!"

If getting Leon to do something that brought of more of that bold "color" of his was Percy's aim, then he was getting closer to the bullseye. He could feel the alcohol begin to settle, and the buzz he had craved was here. After he managed to survive that dumpster fire of a dare, Leon suddenly perked up, a small red mark visible in the center of his forehead from where he slammed it against the table, his eyes wide with anticipation.

"Go 'head, Percy. Answer it."

This was his reward for going through that.

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I can be your sugar when you're fiendin' for that sweet spot
Put me in your mouth, baby, and eat it 'til your teeth rot
Lilith Kadokawa

The ravenette smirked at his response, she had been anticipating a more stimulating reaction. But she supposed this would be acceptable, she had already been intending on going home with the guy. But the confirmation of her plans was always nice. Plus it would be much more fun to play with him in a more 'private' setting'. "Sounds delightful." She answered, before standing up one last time, she would move toward the edge of the stage, grabbing her microphone once more.

Her emerald eyes roamed the room for a moment, someone was moaning audibly, a dare no doubt. She chuckled, before switching the microphone on, "Well it sounds like you are all having a grand time, some more than others. Now that we've got to know each other a bit, let's start the final round. A little game I like to call 'Pulse racer'." She snapped her fingers, and all around the room, organisers would approach the groups and pairings. Handcuffs in hand, they would set about handcuffing their wrists so that they were linked to each other.

"So the way this works is simple, these handcuffs have no key. Rather instead, they can only be taken off by increasing the heart rate of your partner to one equal to arousal. The handcuffs will read your resting heart rate and work out how much this should be, so basically, you're going to need to excite each other. How you do so, is completely up to you! Either way, have fun, that's it from me this evening. Thank you, everyone, for coming, and I hope you all have an enjoyable night!" Bidding the room a wave, she turned on her heel, reaching for Aven's hand, she would lead him off the stage. Grabbing a pair of cuffs from a passing organiser, and giving them the mic, she would wink at Aven coquettishly. "We can play with these at yours." She purred, before making her way with him out of the hall, leaving the remaining singles to their own devices.

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His moan was in a completely different league than Leon's. In a way, Percy's moan reminded Leon of feathers—light, soft, and captivating. Really, it wasn't a stretch to say that this way the impression Percy was crafting all together. His personality seemed a lot more awkward than how he acted before, and now the fight in the Equal Grounds ring seemed like a distant memory of a shell of a masculine man. Leon wasn't complaining, just... captivated, is all. It was always a little off-putting to expect one thing and to get something different. The same could be said for people.

While Leon was attentively focusing on Percy's obscured face to listen to those suggestive sounds, his deep interest was interrupted by the clicking noise of metal around his wrist, accompanied by the familiar voice of the host announcing the next activity. Stunned, confused, and irritated, Leon's expression suddenly contorted into a look that matched those emotions.

"What?!" Leon barked, tapping the countertop with his fist and raising his other wrist to reveal the handcuffs that were snaring him and Percy together. "Oh, come on! Seriously, who even made this stuff..." He wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel right now, but it was a mixture of satisfaction and disappointment. It felt like he wasn't able to make Percy go as far as he could've with that dare, and yet he wanted to hear how far it'd go. No matter how pure or innocent his motives were, there was a certain indignance that came with being interrupted, especially when revenge was involved. After that, the host went on her merry way out of the venue, literally leaving dozens of people to their questionable devices. The last bastion for any sort of chaos had abandoned them, and what was to happen next was up in the air for everyone else. Leon, however, was already beginning to conjure up ideas on how to free himself and Percy from these handcuffs.

"Aroused? Well... I mean..." Leon slowly began to relent from his silent brooding of the last truth and dare and focus on the activity they were tasked to do with now, his marigold fixing onto Percy's face, and then their ensnared wrists. Without completing his thought, he downed one last drink with a single bold gulp, wiped his lips, and suddenly stood up. Holding up his wrist, Leon stared down at Percy with those bold wolfish eyes of his, "...You're gonna have to get on the floor.... and—well—you know. I'm going to get on top of you."

Leon was going to suggest light exercise, since any sort of exercise increases the resting heartrate. But since the host had specifically said 'aroused', that eliminated that idea from the list. All that was left was Plan B, and this would only make Leon look like a complete idiot if Percy wasn't into men in any capacity. Hell, he just assumed that it was Percy who he had to arouse. As for himself, he wasn't sure if he could get aroused by just acquaintances. Regardless, he was buzzed enough to dive right into this soft-sexual hellhole.

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"I'm not going to do anything. I just thought that, you know..." Leon rambled into an awkward pause again, trying to muster up the bravery to say it. He really did not want to say what exactly he meant to do, especially considering how embarrassing it was. Knowing how needlessly innovative these devices were, it wasn't like one of them could say "I'm aroused" and be freed from their handcuffs, left alone to enjoy their evening like nothing ever happened. No, it couldn't be that simple. Instead, it was probably looking for real arousal and there was nothing more uncomfortable than trying to get a guy you basically just met aroused from nothing other than your own actions. Even more uncomfortable was, from Leon's minimal knowledge, the only topics that you could probably get aroused from were the ones of the sexual kind. It was just... a lot.

When Percy stood up off the stool, there was no warning or time to brace for what happened next. Whatever the cause, Percy ended up plummeting to the ground backside-first, and because of the handcuffs linking them together, Leon followed right behind him with an equally surprised reaction. The dark-haired man ended up straddling Percy, careful to avoid crushing him from the sudden fall, and while Percy seemed to treat the accident lightly, Leon was staring at him with this frantic look on his face. He didn't look hurt, but knowing that he was injured made him feel like he was dealing with something fragile. Leon didn't say anything and instead choked on his words, looking at Percy for some sort of visual reassurance instead.

"It's alright, I, uh..." Leon continued to stare at him, but the longer he looked, the more he could feel the blood in his body creep up on him and slowly tinge his cheeks and neck red. Maybe it was the traces of alcohol in his system, or maybe it was the fact that now that he was quite literally thrown into this position, he didn't know how to bring it up in a way that wasn't awfully embarrassing. At first, Leon was at a loss for words, unable to finish his thoughts as he looked over the two-toned man with a struggling expression on his face. Seriously, how was he supposed to do this to someone he had just befriended? He liked to think that he could suck it up and do just about anything if it meant it'd get the job done, but some things made even Leon feel a little self-conscious and awkward. But he had to do it. If no one had a key, he didn't want to call the Rune Knights to have them remove it. He'd just have to suck it up and ask!

At this point, his face was covered in a strip of blush, and Percy's expression wasn't really helping him either. Should he even consider doing this at all? Would the Daggers send a hit out on him if he "took advantage" of their kid while he was under the influence? Leon didn't really know why he kept coming back to that idea of the Dagger family having it out for him, but he couldn't help but wonder. The more he thought about it, the more worked up Leon ended up getting, and suddenly, it just all came out.

"So, like, what arouses you?!" blurted Leon, his face screwing up as he abruptly leaned down. Even after all that, he couldn't tell him that he wanted to just try some "arousing" positions until something clicked, deciding to beat around the bush instead. "Tell me and I'll do it! Alright?"

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As Wren was patted on her head, she made a face and pouted away from Aya unhappily. Being patted on her head was a peeve of hers. After encountering the self proclaimed ‘god’ and getting her drink, Wren had started writing her answer for at least one person on her whiteboard. After she was sure she was done with Akanes, she erased it and put ‘Kind of’ for the next person, it lit up bright green once again, if only because she didn’t call Wren a boy or mister, before she quickly turned it back to herself and wrote ‘HELL NO’ before showing Odhran. Again, the board lit up green. She was satisfied with herself now and nodded her head. She looked to the others' answers and was a bit concerned with Aya’s at first as it went purple, but then green, making her giggle some. Her eyes went to the other female’s board, and raised an eyebrow to her while still smiling. She then turned her head to Odhran and pulled on her left eye by the cheek right under the eyelid. “You’re not everyone’s definition of beauty.”

Next question was her worst trait. With a snort, she wrote in ‘Height’ and turned it around, it turned purple. She squinted as she was unsure at first about what else could be her worst trait, then she gasped and quickly erased it to write something else ‘Temper’. It lit up green. She blushed as she glanced away, looking at the bar. She grins as she skipped back over to the bar and got herself another drink before she came back to the group.

She looked at the third question just before she saw the girl who was dragged over to the group, take off her underwear and gave it to the d-hole that crashed the party. She took a sip of her drink before setting the glass on the table, and closing her eyes. No way was she going commando here. She wrote a big, fat 0 on her board before she flipped it around for them all to see for it to light up green again as her face blushed rather deeply. No way was she taking off her underwear at all here!

She looked back to Lilith as she was back on the mic and was telling everyone about the next event for the singles night. She seemed to pale a bit and was trying to step closer to Aya before someone pulled her closer to the douche who called her ‘mister hobbit’, multiple times. She felt her anger rising already. Her brown eyes glaring heavily at him. Her eyebrow perked just slightly. “Oh? You’re a criminal? And guess what, I’m a Rune Knight.” She watches Lilith get off the stage and leave the room. Her lucky day! Wren put her face in her uncuffed hand and takes a deep breath before she lifts her head again and smiles rather devilishly. “She’s gone right?” She didn’t even wait for an answer to come before she was muttering incantations and her eyes lit up blue after she blinked again.

A moment later, the ground started to grow green before massive rosemary stems shot out of the ground and were piercing through the fools shoulders. She didn’t care if she was thrown back with it, just that he was pinned to the ground by the rosemary as she had her foot on his chest. She let her hand go into a fist and threw a couple good punches to his face as she snarled a bit. “So since you’re an ‘oh so great mastermind’, tell me what you’ve done as a criminal, huh? Don’t hold back one detail. Maybe I can figure out how to get these lovely little cuffs tightened on you and we can have some more fun!” She leans herself in closer. “And I’ll say for a final time, I’m a female. And your desserts aren’t even worth me wanting to steal~ So try the next girl.” She giggles ever so sweetly. She was actually shaking with anger. She bet her heart rate was already picking up, it would be only a matter of time before the cuffs broke her free from this scum below her.

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