Lamb once again looked over at the small index card, their brows rising as they re-read the card. A sinister smirk then crawled up to the admin's face—and read the dare aloud; "Okay! 1P-Philippines-2P dares: 'No whiskey or anything alcoholic for a week'."
This made Scotland go pale, but he straightened himself up, "Pssh, I can do tha' . . . ! It'll be easy!"
Lamb snorted, and spoke their head, "I don't think it would be 'easy'." Lamb responds, flicking the piece of paper onto the ground. Scotland furrowed his bushy brows, letting out a few Gaelic curses.
•~• Look at me! I'm a time-skip! •~•
It's been a week since the dare was given to the old country—and Lamb of course. And, the current sight of the two was hilarious! Scotland had a blue blanket draped over him, while Lamb took pictures; it didn't really seemed that Scotland minded . . . At all.
Then, Lamb's phone rang; whoop, the dare's finished! The admin clicked 'off' on the alarm and cleared their throat. "OI, SCOTLAND! THE DARE'S UP!" As they yelled out, they were expecting for him to jump out of the blanket, and race for his 'Precious Whiskey'.
But . . . Instead he stayed still, as still as a statue might I add. "Welp," Lamb started, their arms crossed, "he can't move . . . I should give him his alcohol already—but thank you 1P-Philippines-2P for the dare!"
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{|} Ask Or Dare Scotland {|}
Random. . . "Lamb made m' doo this . . . " A red-headed Scot frowned, yet shrugged it away, "Anywho-all of ye is welcome ta ask oor dare m' what ever ye want!" He said, enthusiasm filling his voice like frosting on a cake, "But, nothin' inappropriate."...
