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"We are not playing Truth or Dare!" Shawn sounds appropriately annoyed and stern, and Jay would be impressed if he didn't know by now how full of shit the Clown can be. The rest of them burst into raucous laughter, which makes it clear enough that they also know. Shawn sighs loudly and looks put out, Jay can't help but notice he isn't in fact standing up to sit further away from them in the mostly empty airport lounge.
"We're not playing Never have I ever either," says Corey.
"Too bad… I could do with a drink or five…" rumbles Jim, without looking at the knowing look Corey gives him.
As pretty much always, they're sitting together, close enough that it maybe looks like Corey is snuggled up into Jim, whose long fingers are playing absently with a pick, since doing it with his lighter wouldn't be ok here. Jay likes watching them, there's something soothing in their easy closeness.
"The screen says the plane's delayed 2 more hours. I vote orgy!" Alessandro announces as he makes his way back to them.
Jay doesn't get to decide how he feels because Sid quips loudly, "Only if Chris is up for a gang-bang."
"Nah, I wouldn't want to hurt Mick's delicate sensibilities…"
Mick groans loudly and buries his face into his hands. It would be more convincing if Jay hadn't surprised him listening in on to what he professes to hate so hard. And he probably wouldn't have pushed it but then Mick's voice comes up, muffled through his hands.
"No gay shit! No doing! No talking! Keep your perversions away!"
And Jay's speaking before he has even made a conscious decision. "Nah, but I wanna talk, like what else is there to do? Tell me your worst hook up, or the sickest thing you wanna do?"
He feels like maybe he's taken way too big a bite and that he's gonna spend the next however many weeks trying to get back from that. But Sid and Craig start laughing and Corey gets that look on his face, the one he has when he's about to tell a great story. Alessandro next to him gently bumps his shoulder.
"Yeah Shawn can start by telling us about that time he didn't fall dick first into a guy!" Sid neatly avoids the Clown's flying hand and takes the opportunity to grab his arm and wrap himself around Shawn octopus-like. "Shawny, Shawny, Shawn, my little Michael, if you want to be taken seriously you need to stop being so very cuddly!"
Of course Shawn cracks up, seeing as that didn't make a lot of sense. "This is slander! I'm not cuddly!" Having Sid still artfully wrapped around him doesn't noticeably improve anything.
"I'll tell you about my absolute worst fail!" Everyone dutifully turns to Corey, he's now sitting on the edge of his plastic seat, and somehow pretty much in the middle of them all. "It's that time I was so drunk, I managed to pull two girls and they were ok with pissing on me, but I just couldn't get it up, very sad! My rock star dreams all shattered!"
Jim smacks him upside the head there.
"Shut up! You didn't even get any girl to piss on you, you were snoring in the bathtube when I got in our room. All dry. No piss."
Corey looks like the picture Jay thinks they put in dictionaries next to the word crestfallen. So apparently the piss thing is much more serious than Jay had thought. He'd read the interviews and all, but this is still unexpected.
Somebody's phone pings a message and a second later Alessandro's reading from his phone, "Craig says that Chris should tell us all about his sickest idea…"
All their heads turn first to Craig's smug smile and then to Chris who is shrugging and looking vaguely sheepish. Jay braces up, Chris has a very weird understanding of sick.
"Nooooo, shut up… Please…" Mick sounds a lot more desperate now. And if the series of satisfied smiles going around his band mates is anything to go by, Jay isn't the only one fed up with his bullshit.
"Awww, Mick, I'm so hurt that you won't support my goals in life! Like, I'm here for you, all of you, to fuck whenever you want and you keep ignoring me…"
The concert of grunts and embarrassed coughs that follows is unexpected to Jay, he'd assumed Chris would say something edgier, though the raw truth in his words is obviously getting to the rest of the band. Half of them are getting increasingly redder, the other half looks caught between shifty and smug.
Mick apparently has had enough of them because he suddenly stands up and walks through the airport lounge, to a seat that is both really far away from the rest of them and facing the other direction. This makes them all decide to see how many times they can hit his head with something before he moves again.