The air in the Dethbus was thick with the scent of expensive bourbon, spilled beer, and the faint, metallic tang of guitar strings. They were halfway through the tour, and the boredom had finally reached a terminal velocity that even Nathan’s mindless channel-surfing couldn't fix. Toki sat on the edge of the circular velvet sofa, his long legs tucked awkwardly under him. He was fiddling with his shirt in boredom. his blue eyes darting cautious between his bandmates. He loved hanging out with them, but sometimes the energy in the room felt like a ticking bomb. "I ams thinkings we should play a games," Toki said suddenly, his voice bright but slightly hesitant. "Like... Truths or Dares? It is what the friends do when they are beings bored, right?" Murderface let out a jagged, wet snort from where he was picking at on his chin. "Truth or Dare? What are we, twelve-year-old girls at a slumber party? That’s totally gay. I’m in." Nathan groaned, his massive frame shifting as he sat up, his hair falling like a black curtain over his shoulders. "That sounds.... Fine. But if anyone asks me about my feelings, I’m going to find a way to make your internal organs external." "Yeah sure fine," Pickles agreed, draining the last of his whiskey and tossing the bottle into a nearby bin with a loud clank. "Alright, Toki, since it was your grand idea, you go first. Pick someone." Toki felt a jolt of excitement. He looked around the circle, his gaze lingering on the tall, goldrn-haired figure leaning against the far wall, then shifted to the bassist. "Okay! Murderface! Truths or Dares?" "Dare, you little freak," Murderface barked, puffing out his chest. "Give me something good." "I dares you to... to eats one of the pickles from the jar in the back of the fridge," Toki said, his eyes widening. "The ones that has been there since the last tours. The ones that is already startings to grow a eco system" The room watched in a mix of disgust and fascination as Murderface actually did it, gagging and swearing through the mouthful of fermented rot while Nathan gave a slow, approving nod of "Brutality." After a few more rounds of Nathan being dared to scream at a random fan out the window and pickles "truthfully" admitting he once cried during a rom-com (which he immediately denied), the energy in the bus shifted. Pickles leaned forward, his dreadlocks swaying as he fixed a bleary, mischievous gaze on the lead guitarist. The drummer had a wicked glint in his eye, the kind that usually meant someone was about to get embarrassed. He ignored Toki’s confused grin and pointed straight at the blonde man. "Alright, alright, enough of that rubbish," Pickles cackled. "Skwisgaar. Truth or Dare?"