[color=#b97703]“If I don’t get them back, they’ll just walk all over me,”[/color] Cas justified with a laugh. His friends still walked on eggshells around him when there were other people around who could overhear them, but when they were alone, they usually treated him more like a regular high born. He suspected that part of the reason why they picked on him was because of his status though. He wouldn’t have put it past them to secretly take pride in the fact that they could make a fool out of their future king with cheesy party games like this. They certainly milked every opportunity they had to do so.

Taking another small sip of his beer, he nodded when Iris said she understood why he was friends with them. Jay and Miles were wild characters, but they were honest, and they usually had good intentions. Out of all the people he’d been friends with over the years, they were by far the best of the bunch. Though they didn’t seem like it, they were a good influence on him. He had always enjoyed letting loose and pulling ridiculous stunts with other guys, but they helped him relax in a different way, setting aside his concern for his image and forgetting about all of the responsibilities that constantly weighed on him. He always had a good time when he was with them.

[color=#b97703]“As you just saw, even truths aren’t always safe,”[/color] he pointed out with a shake of his head, still a little annoyed that Jay had decided to ask him such a personal question right off the bat. If he’d been alone with only his two friends, he would have been less reluctant to step up to their challenges, but he was still getting to know Iris. The thought of discussing anything in the realm of relationships made him cringe, since the two of them hadn’t really talked about what they were doing yet. He still wanted to find a time to speak with her one on one to express his desire to be with her in spite of all the new barriers they would have to overcome if they tried.

From the bathroom, he suddenly heard a hiss followed by Jay’s loud complaint: “God damn it, that’s cold!”

“Stop squirming!” Miles yelled at him in return. “I hate this just as much as you do.”

At the sound of their bickering, Caspian laughed again, pleased that he’d been able to get back at them for making him play the ridiculous game in the first place. After a few minutes, the two returned, and Jay raised both of his arms to prove that he was now hairless. The prince applauded them exaggeratedly. [color=#b97703]“Looking good, Jay,”[/color] he whistled.

“I hate you,” his friend muttered, plopping back down on the floor where he’d been sitting before and putting his shirt back on.

“I told you I would do anything,” Miles shrugged, obviously proud that he’d gone through with the dare. “Anyway, it’s my turn now.” He brought a hand to his chin and looked at each of the others in turn until his gaze landed on Iris. He smirked slyly, “Alright, new girl. Truth or dare?”