“Truth or dare.”

“Uhh… Fuck it.  Truth.”

Missy rubbed her chin, pondering her question.  She didn’t know how her and Pickles started playing truth or dare, but they had been going at it for a bit now.  It was hard enough to come up with questions without being hammered.  She felt like she was playing on hard mode now.

“Okay… Have you ever slept with a guy?  And do I know him?”

“Shit, back when I was in Snakes N’ Barrels, me an’ Snizzy used to bang chicks together all the time.  Sometimes, the ladies would, uh… pass out on us… And it ended up bein’ pretty, uh, questionable… But y’know, that’s just how it was back in those days!  And that’s just what I remember, too.  Coulda been plenty of dudes.  Who knows?”  Pickles took a long swig of his bottle.  He then let out a nostalgic sigh.  “Damn, wish you were alive for that shit.  You woulda fit right in, Miss!”

Giggles came from Missy.  “Yeah, me too.”

“Oh well, truth or dare?”

“Hmm…  Truth.”

“Truth, okay…  Truth…”  He tapped his chin, humming as he tried to think.  “Okay, present company excluded, who do you think is the hottest in Dethklok?”

Missy frowned at the question.  She knew he could get jealous from time to time, and she didn’t want whatever she said to be used against her.

“Pickles…”

“I won’t be mad!” he insisted.  “Promise!”

“Fine…  I guess, uh… Nathan.”

“Nate, huh?” asked Pickles.  He grinned.  “Yeah, I can see it.”

“Alright, your turn,” she said, changing the subject before giving him time to dwell on it.  “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Same question.  Who do you think is the hottest in Dethklok?”

“Oh, damn… Tough question.”  He brought the joint to his lips and inhaled it.  “Like, appearance-wise… I think that goes to Skwisgaar accordin’ to polls an’ shit… But he’s not really my type, y’know?  As in total package… I’d probably go with Nathan.  Toki is kinda… I dunno, I feel like I’m his freakin’ mom sometimes.  And I wouldn’t put my dick anywhere near Murderface.  But Nate, y’know…  He’s nice.  A nice guy…  Even if he can be a douchebag sometimes.”

Missy held back laughter as she nodded at how thoughtful he was with his answer.  She asked which one was the hottest, not which one he’d seriously consider dating.

“I see…”

“So, truth or dare?”

“I’m feeling adventurous now…  Dare.”

Pickles grinned wide.  He sat up, grabbed his phone off the nightstand, and passed it to Missy.

“Call Nate an’ ask ‘im to come over here.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” he said.  He leaned over to taunt her.  “What’s wrong?  You gonna wimp out?”

Missy knit her brows and snatched the phone.

“Pfft.  No.”

She opened the recent calls list and scrolled down until she found Nathan.

“Just ask him if he wants to come here?” she asked.

“Yeah.  Maybe he wants to play with us,” said Pickles with a wink.

She pressed the call button and waited as it rang.

“Hello?” she eventually heard as Nathan picked up.

“Hey, Nathan.  It’s Missy.”

Pickles was leaning on her shoulder, listening in and snickering in the background.

“Missy?” he asked.  “Ohhh, hey, Missy!”

“Hi.  I’m like, hanging out with Pickles… And we were wondering if you, uh… wanted to hang out with us too.”

“Uh, right now?”

“Yeah.”

There was a bit of silence on the line.  Missy and Pickles held their breath as they waited for his response.

“Sure,” he eventually said.  “Are you in his room?”

“Yeah, we are.”

“Okay.  I’m coming.  Bye.”

“See ya.  Bye.”  The call ended, and Missy passed the phone back to Pickles.  “There.  Truth or dare.”

“Truth.”

“Why’d you ask me to call him in?” asked Missy.

“Because I’m bored.  Truth or dare.”

She scoffed.  That felt like a cop-out answer, but she’d accept it.

“Truth.”

“Do you wanna have a threesome with me an’ Nate?”

The question took Missy off guard.  She blinked for a moment, then sat up.

“… Really?”

Pickles bobbed his head, a little too eagerly.  She began to wonder what she started here.

“Uh…  You’re cool with it?”

“Yeah,” said Pickles.  “I mean, why not?”

“It won’t screw with the band dynamic?”

“Pfft.  No.  After all we’ve been through together?  It’s like, the natural next step.  An’ I know for a fact that Nathan thinks you’re hot too.”

Missy couldn’t argue with that logic, and she was flattered to know that Nathan though she was hot.

“Then, yeah,” she said, reaching over Pickles to grab the joint out of the ash tray.  “I wouldn’t mind.”

The next few minutes while they waited for Nathan, they just smoked in silence.  When they heard a knock at the door, Pickles sat up.

“C’min!”

The door cracked open, and Nathan poked his head in.

“Nate!”

“Hey, Nathan!”

“Hey guys.”

“C’mon in!” Pickles said, waving him in.  “We’re playin’ truth or dare!”

“Truth or dare?” Nathan asked, shutting the door behind him.  “Haven’t played that in forever.”

“You want to?” she asked.

“I guess, yeah.”

He sat on the bed beside Missy.  She scooted closer to him.  She could already smell the booze on him.  It seemed like they were all plenty drunk.  She offered him the joint, and he took a drag as she asked her question.

“So… Truth or dare?”

“Hm…  Truth, I guess.”

“Truth,” Pickles said.  “Is it true you wanna have a threesome with us?”

Missy’s jaw dropped.  She had no idea he was going to be so forward.  Nathan’s dropped too.

“Uh… What?” he said with a little laugh.

“D’ya wanna screw around with me an’ Miss?”

“You wanna fuck us?” Missy added.

“I mean…”  Nathan began to turn a little pink.  “I wouldn’t not want to… do that…”

“So, that’s a yes?” asked Pickles.

Nathan nodded his head, causing the other two to shoot each other a devious glance.

“Okay, Pickles,” Missy said.  “Truth or dare?”

“Huh?  Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss Nathan.”

“What?!” Nathan exclaimed.  “I didn’t say I wanted to do that.”

“C’mon, Nathan.  Don’t be a baby,” said Missy.  “You can dare me to do something next.”

“I dare you to stroke me off while Pickles kisses me…  That way it’s not so gay.”

Missy shrugged.

“Fine.  I can do that.”

“I dare you to stroke me too,” said Pickles as he crawled over to where Nathan was sitting.

“What?  You can’t do that,” Missy said.  “It’s Nathan’s turn after me.”

“I was gonna pick truth.”

“Ugh, fine,” Pickles groaned.  “I gotta do my dare first.”

Missy settled down on the other side of Nathan, unzipping his pants.  When she got his boner free and wrapped her hand around it, Pickles took Nathan’s face between his hands and pressed his mouth against the other man’s.  A muffled moan of protest came from Nathan, but was short-lived.  Despite his initial opposition, Nathan’s cock twitched in Missy’s grip the moment Pickles’s tongue entered his mouth.

That went on for a few minutes, admittedly longer than Missy was expecting.  When the two men finally broke away, they were breathing heavily and both flushed red.

“Whoa…  You’re, uh… kinda good at that,” Nathan said.

“Yeah?” Pickles grinned.  “I’d hope so.  Been doin’ it long enough.”

“That piercing makes it feel weird.”

Pickles winked.  “Heard it feels even better downstairs.  Right, Miss?”

“Yeah?” Nathan said, raising a brow.  “Well, I dare you to go down on me to prove it.”

“What happened to your turn?” Missy laughed.

“Oh, shit.”  Nathan scratched the back of his head.  “Uhh… Fine.  Dare.”

“I dare you to go down on me,” Pickles said.

“Fuck,” Nathan swore.  He turned to point at Missy.  “I dare Missy to go down on me while I go down on you.”

“Well, shit.  Okay, but I dare Pickles to go down on me while I go down on you.”

“God.  Talk about a love triangle,” Pickles laughed with a snort.  “I think we all gotta…  Lay on sides.”

“And take our pants off,” Nathan added.

“Yeah, that’d probably help.  Take your pants off and get on your side.”

Soon, all three were bottomless, lying on their sides in Pickles’s bed.  Nathan’s face was between Pickles’s legs, Missy’s was between Nathan’s, and Pickles’s between Missy’s.

“Oh, God,” Nathan said, eyes widening as he saw the piece of jewelry he was now eye-level with.  “You got one down here too?”

“First time seeing it?” Missy asked as Nathan marveled at Pickles’s dick piercing.

“Yeah…  Brutal.  Okay, let’s, uh… do this on the count of three, okay?” said Nathan.

“Yep,” Pickles agreed.

“Okay,” Missy said.

“One…”

“Two…”

“Three.”

The three involved parties all went down on one another.  Nathan blew Pickles, Missy blew Nathan, and Pickles started eating Missy out.  It was just as sloppy and uncoordinated as one would expect from three drunks.  Nathan had a death grip of Pickles’s thigh, holding his leg up and out of his way.  He had his own leg propped up so it wasn’t bothering Missy.  Missy’s thighs were clamped around Pickles’s head.  He had to pry them away to come up for breath.

“Easy with the teeth, Nate,” Pickles said, causing Nathan to lift his head.

“Easy with my fuckin’ throat,” he retorted.  “We got a show comin’ up.”

“Less talking, more licking,” Missy said.

“Can we do somethin’ else?” asked Pickles.  “My neck’s starting to hurt.”