You are Jean Moreau. You are a Trojan. Your place is in the Golden Court—You knew it, you were sure of it, especially when you were here, in cat and laila's living room—now yours too, since you've been living there for a year—, drinking slowly as they downed the truth or dare bottle—That they begged you to play.

Jeremy Knox, your captain, teammate, friend, maybe a crush... Was by your side, laughing at the results the game gave, both in Catalina, in Laila, in himself and in you.

After a while, the bottle stopped at Jeremy and Catalina. "Damn, finally!" Cat was exasperated. She was the one who would challenge him.

Jean could hear Jeremy grumbling and sense that his end was near, but he just smiled a little. "Okay. Let's face the inevitable." Jeremy sighed. "Challenge." The blonde regretted it immediately, as Cat's smile intensified.

"Let's see..." Catalina began. "Okay! I dare you to sit on Jean's lap and take a shot of vodka that he'll give you with his mouth."

Jeremy's expression fell, his mouth opening and his face feeling slightly hot. Jeremy glanced at Jean, as if he was hesitant even though he wanted to be. "Uh, Cat..." He began.

Jeremy was never the shy type, but when it came to Jean Moreau...

Contrary to what the three expected, Jean just took the small glass with the shot of vodka from Laila's hand and waited for Jeremy.

Jeremy was going to die. He was sure of it. Once his mental breakdown passed, he got up and began to sit on Jean's lap, feeling his ears warm. "Look, if you're uncomfortable with this—" Jeremy began, but Jean's sharp, calm voice, with its accent that melted Captain Knox, came and cut him off.