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A high-school game, of course Chance would pick an immature kind of game to decide something so embarrassing like the predicament they’re in.
The predicament?
They’re all horny. Which isn’t surprising since they’ve been here since Christmas, and for a group of adults who have an active sex life… a hand is soon proven to not be enough. The sexual frustration wouldn’t be so hard to deal with if it didn’t make everyone lose their focus.
It first started with the supports, the base of the team. The targeting, the assisting, the pressure, it was too much, their stress, and the noticeable decline of their ‘efficiency’ only meant the downfall of the sentinels’ patience.
As for the survivalist, they felt it too, eventually, with two aspects that keep the team standing failing consistently, their simple jobs have been more difficult, but the both of them were… unique, one could tune their surroundings out perfectly, and the other had a huge ‘Bloxy Cola’ addiction, their own weird way of coping, one would guess, so it took a long while of those mechanisms failing to keep their minds numb, and occupied before they also admitted their needs.
“Spin the bottle?…” Dusekkar breaks the silence, bringing a finger up and against his mouth opening, “…I must admit, it sounds intriguing.” His ‘head’ tilts slightly to the side, floating closer to the group.
Chance grins, “Yeah! If you’re all willing to agree to the terms and conditions,” he snickers, “We can let fate decide for us, seems fair, doesn’t it?” He explains, what seemed absurd at first, now sounds… reasonable. It’d be awkward to discuss this, better just leave it to ‘luck.’
Everyone is seated around the table, all but Elliot, who was kindly excused from partaking in this because of his job being hard enough already, so was Dusekkar, but the mage claimed that they were curious about the results this would bring and wanted to be a part of it.
A ‘Bloxy Cola’ is ripped out from Noob’s hold with a small protest that soon goes silent with a quiet grumble. The Bloxy is placed in the middle of the table. “Alright, time for the Cola to decide who’ll be the team’s ultimate sub.” The gambler announces, and everyone collectively groans at the corny term.
“Don’t call it that.” Shedletsky grimaces before taking a bite out of the pizza slice he stole from the fridge. He’s bitter, his wife won’t leave his mind, yet he needs this release badly.
Builderman nods, “Let’s keep this serious.” His grey skin now with a tint of pink on his cheeks. Chance sighs and quits it. Instead, his hands reach to give the can a spin, and it rolls off the table. He scoffs and puts it back on the flat, wooden surface. This time, it spins successfully.
All the survivors lean closer, anticipating the knowledge of who’ll be chosen.
Eventually, all eyes settle on Guest’s seated form, who blushes slightly under the implications of the Bloxy Cola pointing at him.
No one predicted this outcome.
There’s an awkward pause before anyone dares to talk, non surprisingly, it’s the team’s social butterfly.
…
Chance chuckles awkwardly, “Actually, big guy… You can sit yourself out on this one if you’d like. You already do enough for the team.” He hums, pointing back at Elliot, who also got that privilege.
The pizza boy gives them a small smile and waves his hand from the table next to theirs. Guest slowly retaliates.
No one disagrees, everyone nods their head to the fact that Guest can be excused from being nagged with their carnal needs.
So,
They’re pretty surprised when the man shakes his head, “No, it’s only fair.” He says calmly, it’s the truth, they all agreed to this, embarrassingly, so did he. Besides… “It’d be a good opportunity to get to know all of you more.” He states honestly, still a bit shy from this situation.
He’d like for everyone to stop being tense around him, sure, they’ve expressed their gratitude a lot of times before towards him and he appreciates the respect, but they seem afraid to offend him, he knows he can be a bit serious or too determined in the field but he’s really not… like that.
Guest wants to break the ‘just teammates’ relation they hold, he sees a potential friend group, it’d be nice to work with people he gets along with in a closer manner, even if it’s thanks to… sex of all things. After all, they’re stuck here for who knows how long. It is better to become close to the ones he has near.
“Aw… I knew you were soft.” Chance mocks and gently pinches the man’s cheek, who snorts and pushes the hand away with a small grin. “But seriously, you don’t have to agree, we wouldn’t mind.” Again, everyone agrees.
“We always have big ‘daddy’ here to fill your spot, aren’t I right?.” He smirks and gently shakes 007n7 by the shoulders, leaning against his chair. The ex-hacker squints, hugs himself like he was just violated and gravitates away from Chance. “What did you call me?…” he asks, not immune to blushing thanks to the gambler’s teasing.
“I mean, you’re not bad looking, I’d definitely hit.” 007n7 restrains himself from strangling the guy. Their attitude reminds him of a past version of himself. Admittedly, it irritates him a bit.
Chance shrugs, “Okay then, I could take Guest’s place.” He grins, wiggling his eyebrows to emphasize his point. “Who wouldn’t want this?” He scoffs.
“Pass!” Shedletsky says, just to annoy the gambler. “Pass.” Noob nods, so does Builderman.
And everyone else at the table, Elliot just watches, amused.
No hate to their local gambler, but this is supposed to be an activity to reduce stress, and Chance could be… aggravating at times.
To say it shortly, not everyone is into brats, or ready to handle one.
Another small silence,
“I’m good at lying back.” Two time raises their hand. The survivors freeze. They had forgotten the cultist was here. Chance rests a hand on their shoulder.
“Two Time.” They start, their eyes hidden behind the shades and their mouth pulled into a thin line. “No.”
Another voice chimes in, “I believe we should obey our friend’s wishes.” Dusekkar points out, putting the focus back on Guest.
He won’t be able to keep going if Two Time is the person selected to take this task.
“✅” Taph signs, agreeing with the magic wielder’s statement. All the survivors turn to look at him, they had expected him to be uninterested in being part of this, as if he weren’t an adult like the rest of them. The demolitionist visibly shrinks back underneath their gaze, now self-conscious of their desires.
Elliot walks over to the table. “They’re right,” he shrugs. “Guest isn’t against it, let’s not shame him for his choice.” He explains, pointing at the man’s warm face with a small, teasing smile on his face.
“We weren’t…” Shedletsky now notices the fellow sentinel has been silent for a long time. Ah, they made him aware of what he agreed to and made him feel strange for agreeing to a role such as this. “…Well,” he stands up, swinging his sword to rest it on his shoulder in a careless manner, “It’s settled, Guest has proved to be more selfless than we believed and will take on this ‘chore.’” He cuts this conversation short before things get awkward.
He pats the man on the back.
A silent way of saying ‘Good Luck.’
Builderman nods, “Let’s all be respectful towards our teammate.” He adds with a small smile. The arrangement is left alone, if anyone wanted to get rid of pent-up ‘sexual’ needs, Guest would be willing to help them out. “You can tell us if you change your mind,” Builderman reassures him and stands up from his seat.
Guest nods quietly, now watching everyone leave, he feigns calmness. When he’s left alone, sitting in the middle chair of one of the table’s sides, with the cheap ceiling light illuminating his face, he lets his forehead rest against the furniture. He had agreed to some crazy terms now that he realizes it.
He doesn’t regret it, but…
He’s so fucking embarrassed.