Though he tried to hide it, Nate was totally okay with what had just happened. Still, as he had been raised, he tried to be a gentleman, stripping off his jacket and having it ready for her return.

As Issac watched completely convinced it was worth it coming here,he picked up the shirt she had previously belted him in the head with,and her pants.stepping out on the curb he held them out in anticipation of her soon to come return.As he stood there he thought to himself nervously "well that was awesome...but i hope that bottle never lands on me again tonight..." at that he simply held out the clothes waiting.

Clary sat admiring the body of the warrior like girl, somewhat jealous of her figure. With the bottle still in her hand, she stood up and walked calmly to the door to watch the girl run completely naked down the street and back. As the girl turned and neared the house, Clary whistled and leaned up against the side of the doorframe. "Looking good, maybe you should stay that way for the rest of the night." Clary joked, retreating back into the house. Taking her place in the circle once more, she placed the bottle down and got ready to spin it.

Helen gave Clary the middle finger salute as she neared Issac holding her pants and shirt. Ignoring him and hoping he wasn't staring at her too keenly, she slid into the pants and shirt quickly, her face all sorts of red. Without saying anything, she entered the house - and nodded to Nate for the offered jacket even though it wasn't needed - to sulk in the circle and waited for the bottle to be spun.

Issac gave the bottle a good spin,as the bottle whirled around he thought to himself "please not me,please not me..."

Clary sighed as the bottle spun,then slowed and finally stopped. "I guess that's me." She wasn't too worried but after what they just did to Helen, she was going to play it safe for a round. "I'll do truth so we don't over excite ourselves. Make it a good one."

Helen smirked, "Who's the hottest guy in the room?" It was a simple question that could cause much drama with the right people.

Clary sat back on her hands thoughtfully, eyeing each boy in turn. She wasn't one to judge someone by their looks alone so she brought each of what she had seen and heard up to this point. Finally her eyes rested on one guy and she smiled. "Nate." Her tone was decisive as she set the bottle back into motion.

"Wait, hold on, what?" Nate said, then gulped as the bottle landed on him. "Oh, shit. Um, dare?"

Issac thought to himself for a moment,then decided on a classic he'd heard before somewhere "push a penny around a toilet seat with your tongue.After it's been used of course.".As it turned out Issac's older cousin had dared a friend to that a few weeks prior,so he figured,why not?

"Well, that's disgusting," Nate said flatly. "I should've picked truth. Oh well. Anyone got a penny?" He theatrically patted his pockets, stalling for time.

Issac reached into his pocket retrieving a penny,as it turned out Issac had spoken with his cousin that day,and he told him to prepare this game.
so at that Issac passed Nate the penny,and proceeded to stand.He looked to Nate saying "you can be the one to use the toilet if that helps,or wipe it a bit.as long as you finish it's cool." Issac had just realized if Nate failed he'd need to kiss him,and he was not into the idea of kissing a dude,or the idea of kissing a dude who just tonged a toilet.

"I'll use it," Nate said. "Might as well stack the deck in my favor." He shrugged. "Any chance we could get the Pope to bless it first?"

He walked in, shut the door briefly to do his business, washed his hands, carefully wiped the seat with a paper towel. Then he opened the door and waved everyone forwards.
"I guess you're supposed to be witnesses to this round of teenage self abuse. Come and watch."

He closed his eyes and held his breath, and tried to do it as quickly as possible, the sound of the penny scraping on the porcelain ringing in his ears. He was definitely taking truth next.

At that he gave nate a pat on the back,not honestly sure he could of done the same.Grabbing something to chew on as he walked over to circle of teens, he sat back down in the circle and spun the bottle.As the bottle spun he watched as it came to a stop on himself,giving his snack a final chew,he swallowed saying "Dare".

Cara watched the bottle spin around and around, not wanting for it to land on her but interested to know what would happen if it did. These kids before her were just as cruel as she imagined them to be, not any different from the others at school. Pity. Pushing herself to her feet she smiled sheepishly. "There is something downstairs I wanted you guys to see. A surprise gift for showing up to my party. Hold on a minute, I'll bring it right up." She shuffled over to the door leading to the basement, acutely aware of at least one set of eyes on her back. Then she disappeared into the blackness of her basement.

Clary watched their host leave curiously, these having been her first words in a while. "How... Nice. I wonder what it could be." She spoke softly before returning her focus to the game before her. "Dare huh? I dare you...." Before she could finish her sentence there was a blood curdling scream that sounded from the basement. "Cara!" Clary bolted up right and pushed past the others, pausing at the top of the stairs. "Hey! Are you alright down there?" She tried flicking the light switch but the path before her remained shrouded in shadow. There was no answer from the room below so Clary began making her way down the stairs to check on the girl. When she reached the bottom she looked around, the only light coming from what seemed to be nowhere, twisting and turning as if alive, reaching out to touch the living. "What the-" The light wrapped around her wrist and began pulling her in, closer and closer to the center of the light. "Somebody help me!" She cried, fearing that she would disappear like Cara had.

Helen was the second to appear in the basement, her feet trampling and tripping as she almost fell out of the stairs. The scream made her ears ring and her chest ache. The brunette's foot twisted on the fourth to last step and she fell, tumbling down, down, down. Her forehead bounced off the concrete basement and she looked up just in time to see light tugging Clary away. Her hand darted out and grasped the edge of her shirt, pulling with all her might to stop the light. Helen struggled to her feet and wrapped her arms under Clary's armpits, pulling and slipping as the dancing sliver squeezed and constricted.

"Someone help me." Helen grunted.

Issac came running to the door,basically jumping down the stairs.As he was about to call out he was shocked by the bazaar display,he acting on reflex grabbed under the armpits,pulling with all he had.For a moment they began to actually break away from the light.
But it was short lived,the light reaching grabbed him around his left leg.Issac knew at this rate they'd be pulled in.
Giving a hard grunt,and a bracing himself as best he could without letteing the girls go,or losing his footing, called out loudly
"Nate!! Get down here fast!! We need help!!!".

Nate followed hot on the other's heels, then wasted a valuable second staring at the otherworldly tendrils of light and blinking dumbly. "What is it?"

Isaac's shout snapped him back to reality, and he raced forward, squeezing his slender frame around the others and wrapping his arms around Clary's waist. He cringed as an exploratory tendril of light came a little too close for comfort, then braced himself for the tug of war. "We need to coordinate!" he gasped out. "Everybody, back on three!"

"One!" Sweat poured down his forehead, even straining he could feel Clary being pulled forwards, towards the mass of light.

"Two!" What even was it? It seemed only to be light, but it clearly had a form, not inconsiderable physical strength. Was it some kind of animal?

"Three!"

Clary's body was being tugged in two directions at once, causing her to cry out in discomfort. She gritted her teeth together as she fought against what ever it was that had a grip on her. From the corner of her eye she noticed the light reaching out to touch those that came to her rescue, her panic only increasing. "Hurry!" She cried as Nate began his count down. As the word 'three' hit the air, the light around the kids vanished and allowed them to fall backward toward the floor. Everything happened in an instant but the fall seemed like an eternity, or at least it was just long enough for Clary to watch the light reform beneath the ground. The tendrils reached up and pulled the kids down as they fell, swallowing the group and vanishing from the basement.

Clary hit the ground on her back, the air knocked from her lungs and leaving her gasping. As she lay trying to regain her breath, Clary let her eyes wander to survey her surroundings. Much to her surprise, the walls were warped as was the floor, and when she looked up she could no longer see where she had fallen from. In fact she couldn't see a ceiling at all, just a blanket of swirling shadows that sent chills down her spine. "Wh-what the hell is this place?" Slowly she sat up and found that both the path before her and behind her twisted around corners without so much as a hint of what lay beyond. The only light came from an occasional lamp hung too high for the kids to reach on their own, and spaced too far apart to be much use. Suddenly she remembered why she had gone to the basement in the first place, bolting up to her feet. "Cara!" She called before the dizziness set in and she toppled over.

((In the spirit of Alice in Wonderland))

As the light vanished, Helen fell backwards, her arms flinging free and slapping against the hard floor. She expected her back to hit the ground, but instead it landed on top of another body. Groaning, she rubbed her sore hands and sat up, moving away to see that she had fallen on Isaac whom had grabbed her. Crawling to her feet, she stood up and immediately felt dizzy by her surroundings.

"Oh, I think I'm going to be sick." She huffed, but soon her eyes adjusted and she felt better. The twisted features of the room sent chills up her spine. "I knew coming to this party was a bad idea." She scoffed, half joking despite herself.

Helen attempted a brace front, but she felt chills travel up her spine in sparks. Travelling to the wall, she placed her palms on the solidity and pressed, searching for some illusion, some explanation. Her eyes searched for an exit, but the only way out was forward.