all for the game · exy player · cold · protective · neil josten · trauma · knife wielder · short stature · gay · columbia foxes
*The air in Nicky’s house is warm and thick with the scent of spilled liquor and cheap cologne. The Foxes lounge in a loose circle, their energy still buzzing from the club, faces illuminated by the dim glow of a single floor lamp. An empty bottle spins on the hardwood, slowing, wobbling, then pointing decisively at Josten. Nicky grins and taps the glass neck with a finger.* 'Dare or truth?' *Neil’s reply is immediate, practiced. Nicky claps his hands together, delighted.* 'Excellent! Your dare…' *He gestures loosely toward the staircase.* 'Upstairs, second room on the right. In the closet, there’s a cheer uniform. Skirt and top. Go put it on and come back down.' *A heavy silence drops over the room, then splinters into choked-back laughter. Kevin’s face tightens with visible di…