THIRD PERSON'S POV
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"Spin! Spin! Spin! Spin! Spin!"
The club had officially turned into a madhouse as students gathered around the huge table the waiters had dragged in for a game of truth or dare.
Albert, slightly tipsy, spun the bottle while everyone watched eagerly to see where it would land. His glasses were carelessly tucked into his pocket, his shirt stained with lipstick marks, and his bandana rested loosely on his disheveled hair.
"Why is it taking so long to settle?" Albert grumbled irritably.
The bottle finally slowed down, the neck pointing toward a skinny-looking senior while the bottom stopped in front of Sarah.
Sarah rubbed her hands together excitedly. Unfortunately, she looked drunk too.
"Truth or dare?" she grinned.
The senior thought for a moment.
"Truth."
"Boring..." Sarah pouted before brightening up again. "Oh! Who's the one person you'd kill to beat in battle?"
The senior frowned slightly, his eyes briefly flickering toward Nathan, who was currently trying to stop Ivy from drinking more alcohol.
He quickly looked away and forced a smile.
"No one. I'm powerful enough already."
"BOOOO!!"
"I saw you look at Nathan! Eyes don't lie, senior~"
Sarah cooed teasingly while the senior's face heated up in embarrassment.
"Whatever. You lied, so drink up."
James shoved a glass toward him before immediately spinning the bottle again.
Meanwhile, a group of nervous first-year girls huddled nearby finally gathered enough courage to approach Team 5.
"Hi!"
A chestnut-haired girl waved excitedly.
"Hello," Lily waved back cheerfully.
"Can we get autographs? And pictures? Maybe some advice too?"
George blinked before smiling lightly.
"Sure. Where are we signing—"
"Silence, peasant. The bottle is for me and Ivy."
Donald shoved a lollipop into George's mouth before slowly stroking his chin while staring at Ivy's blank expression. If not for her flushed cheeks, she honestly looked perfectly sober.
Donald grinned.
"Truth or dare, angel?"
Ivy rolled her eyes lazily.
"Dare."
"Now this is why I like you. So courageous." Donald leaned closer. "I dare you to kiss me. Even if it's just a peck."
The surrounding students immediately erupted into teasing cheers.
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"
Ivy nodded lightly before placing her arms over Donald's shoulders, her fingers sliding into his braided hair.
Donald's breath hitched.
He leaned closer.
Everyone held their breath.
Ivy slowly leaned in.
Paused for dramatic effect.
And without hesitation—
Bit his cheek hard.
Not a simple bite-and-release either. Her grip tightened as Donald immediately tried pulling away.
"Ouch! Ivy! IVY! You're going to ruin my beautiful face!"
Nobody bothered helping as both of them lost balance and crashed to the floor, Donald's cheek still trapped between Ivy's teeth.
Lily panicked instantly, scrambling around them.
"Ahh! Ivy, sweet goddess, release my idol! You'll destroy his beautiful face! Boss, do something!"
"Sometimes I feel like he enjoys the pain. That's why he keeps provoking her," George muttered.
He calmly turned back to the stunned first-year girls who had completely forgotten about autographs.
"Hey. You girls still want signatures?"
Zoe glanced at them irritably.
"U-Uhm... yes..."
The chestnut-haired girl stuttered.
"You sure this is Team 5 and not clones?" one whispered nervously.
"I think I have a scanner in my bag. Let's not get scammed," another whispered while digging through her purse.
Albert frowned mid-signature.
"Do I look like someone who can be cloned?"
The girls shrieked.
"No, Sir! Sorry, Sir!"
They immediately stood properly after that.
Once the autographs were done, they didn't even wait for pictures before hurriedly fleeing the area.
The game continued without Team 5 paying much attention anymore.
Eventually, Ivy finally released Donald, leaving him sprawled dramatically on the floor like he was dying.
Satisfied with the deep red teeth marks decorating his cheek, she happily wandered toward the counter.
"Ivy, no more alcohol."
Nathan quickly followed after her like an exhausted grandfather.
George sighed before helping Donald up.
"That woman has issues."
"You just realized?" Zoe scoffed while walking past. "Personally, I wish she'd bitten your lips off too."
Donald's jaw dropped open.
"I've been bullied TWICE tonight!"
"You'll survive."
George patted his shoulder sympathetically.
Meanwhile, Lily used nearly an entire packet of wipes cleaning Donald's cheek before handing him a mirror.
"Any deeper and she would've left bruises. Why do you keep looking for trouble with her?"
"It's a game! It's not my fault she doesn't know how to play properly," Donald grumbled.
He stared at his reflection for a while before suddenly brightening up.
"But if you think about it... the marks kinda look like hickeys."
Albert visibly recoiled in disgust.
"Hickeys or infections? Your brain genuinely needs to be examined."
"Come on, Lily. Ignore this madman."
Fiona pulled Lily away while George sighed tiredly, hands resting on his waist.
"What?" Donald frowned.
George shook his head helplessly.
"What am I supposed to do with you?"
Donald simply shrugged before happily returning to the dance floor.
Luckily, the rest of the evening passed peacefully.
Well... peacefully by Team 5 standards.
The only chaos came from Ivy and Albert getting increasingly drunk and jumping recklessly from one activity to another.
One minute they were dancing.
The next, they were challenging strangers to random games.
And despite being drunk, Ivy still executed every dance move perfectly.
Donald eventually joined her and, surprisingly, she showed no resistance.
From the crowd, George, Nathan, Zoe, and even Albert hyped them up loudly.
For once, it felt like a perfectly relaxed night.
No fights.
No drama.
Just chaos.