"Truth or dare?" Zeke asked like he was bored out of his mind.
"Didn't think this was your kind of game, Pendragon," Aurelius raised a brow.
Zeke shrugged, then crouched down and grabbed a bottle of whiskey, "It isn't. But watching you idiots try to act civil for ten minutes sounds a bit entertaining,"
"We are full," Liam's jaw ticked.
"Like I care," Zeke propped down on an empty space next to Celeste, gulping down the whole bottle of whiskey and tossing the bottle aside. He then stretched one leg out and leaned back on his palms.
"Didn't think you'd bother showing up," Celeste said to him.
"I was told there would be mistakes worth watching," He replied, and he once again glanced at Theo, whose eyes were still fixed on the fire. Then, he pulled out a cigarette from his pants, lit it up with the flames and placed it between his lips.
The tension threaded through the air, and the flames cackled next to them as though reacting to their competing auras.
