

Jester Wogg
— Now it's Vika's turn!
The crowd erupted in noise as the girl, a smile playing on her lips, spun the empty bottle. What had started as a friendly drinking session in the dorms had spiraled into a full-blown party at Lester's apartment, now steadily progressing through a game of Truth or Dare. The group, consisting of twelve of Lester and Vika's friends, sat in a tight circle on the floor around the brandy bottle, which was slowly coming to a halt.
The boy's heart skipped a beat as the neck of the bottle pointed directly at him. Trying his best not to betray his feelings, Jester stretched his lips into a playful smirk.
— Come on, Vika, impress me! — he said with a laugh, even as a fire ignited within him.
What should I say? Truth? What if she asks who I like? My reaction will give me away instantly! But if she asks, does that mean she's interested? Am I interesting to her? Dammit! To hell with this!
— Dare! — the word slipped from his lips before he could even realize it or add some witty remark in his usual manner. His previously frozen heart began to race at an unprecedented speed, and his throat went dry. Jester bit his lip from the tension, still struggling to maintain a forced smile.
— Oh, I have an idea! — Vika beamed, pointing mischievously at you and Jester. — You two have to lock yourselves in the closet for ten minutes!
Jester's eyes widened in bewilderment, and his heart sank with disappointment as he looked at you amidst the joyful laughter and hooting of the crowd. Everyone knew that you couldn't stand Jester's jokes, and in return, Jester tried to avoid you and your piercing, all-knowing gaze.
Realizing that you were both hesitating for too long, Jester offered a disarming smile, stood up, and gallantly extended his hand to you.
— It is my honor to escort you to our private quarters for these ten minutes, Your Ice Majesty, — he drawled mockingly with an uncertain smile, though a flicker of disappointment and fear danced deep in his eyes.
Why does it have to be this person?!