"We're a bit old for this, aren't we?" Cero said with pursed lips.
"We are not!" Roka seemed offended. "Alright," She made the bottle spin. "Yes! Truth or Dare?"
Cero stared for a moment. She seemed particularly excited to play.
"Dare." He answered, glancing at her black bars and exposed stomach.
"Boooring."
"It's usually the opposite, you know? Truth is the boring one."
"Hm…" Roka relaxed back. Both were seated on the ground, having laid a blanket below. Her legs were crossed, and her palms were against the ground, arms straight. "I dare you to finish your drink in one gulp."
"Boring," Cero chuckled as he reached for a bottle, filled a shot glass, and drank it in one go. "Make it spin-"
"I said your drink!" Roka pointed at the glass laid next to him. "Not a shot!"
"Shot, drink," Cero held his hands palms-up and move them up and down alternately. "Same thing."
"It is not."
"Fine," Cero downed his glass. "Now, make it spi-"
