Sirius, Remus, an empty dorm and a bottle of firewhiskey, what could possibly go wrong? - "Truth." He chose again, because no matter how painful surrendering some of these answers was going to be it was still nothing compared to the dares he'd seen Sirius think up. -

"Well it releases endorphins and shit don't it." Seamus shrugged, "Plus I probably owe ya."

He had just opened the third cupboard in search of glasses when a noise behind him made him spin around, his eyes meeting Remus'; his friend looked somehow lost and hopeful all at once, a half smile gracing his lips but a frown above his eyes and Sirius swallowed, taking another deep breath to ease the returning tightness in his chest.