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[#010] If You'd Just Believe in Me (Original)
Theme Prompt: #010 – Truth or Dare
Title: If You’d Just Believe in Me
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 998
Summary: On that night, and the months that followed, “Truth or Dare” almost became like a kind of code, an opportunity for them to disengage before they skimmed too close to something that they didn’t really talk about, and most nights neither party abused it.
Notes: Leave it to me to take what’s supposed to be a light hearted prompt and make it serious.
“Truth or dare.”
In a lot of ways, it’s just meant to be an ice breaker. Sandy hair shifts a bit as he turns to face her, and hidden beneath the strands are the bluest eyes she’s ever seen. Confused blue eyes, but blue eyes all the same. “Sorry?”
Her eyebrows go up a bit, as though the question is obvious enough. “Truth or dare. I’m pretty sure the answer is obvious.”
“I just … wasn’t sure why you were talking to me,” he replies as she goes to sit up on the stool next to his, fingers curling through the condensation of his beer and leaving wide lines across the glass. “Since we don’t actually know each other.”
“Oh,” she nods once, before smirking as she reaches out her hand to him. “I’m Gina DelVecchio.”
“Right. Ronnie’s sister.” It’s an easy enough conclusion to draw, given that they’re in her brother’s bar at the moment, and she watches as he starts to extend his hand, before realizing it’s wet and trying to quickly dry it off on his jeans before shaking his hand. “I’m Billy. Browder.”
“So, Billy Browder. Now that we are all acquainted – truth or dare?”
He eyes her carefully for a moment, before glancing back to his beer and nodding. “Dare.”
“Interesting choice,” she says, before turning and scanning the rest of the bar. “I dare you … to serenade old Mrs. McGrady over there with a romantic love song of your choosing.”
Billy balks for a moment, before squinting back at her. “And here I thought this dare was going to involve shots of some kind.”
“Nah. Shots are way too easy.” She smirks at him before crossing her long olive legs in front of her and signaling down the bartender for a beer of her own. “Silly love song or bust. Unless, of course, you’re chicken … ?”
Billy almost seems offended at the implication, and with a huff he gets to his feet and makes his way over to the little old lady sitting in the corner booth. He leans closer to speak to her for a moment, and then steps back as he starts to do what Gina assumes is singing, and Mrs. McGrady looks appropriately horrified but also endeared by the results. By the time Billy stumbles back to the bar, Gina is clapping her hands and laughing her approval.
“Well done.”
“I doubt, Mrs. McGrady would agree with you.” He slides back onto his stool turning back to her with a smirk. “Truth or dare.”
“What?”
“Hey, I followed through. Now it’s my turn.”
“Alright, fine,” she glances around for a moment, before nodding. “Dare.”
He smirks lightly for a moment before asking what she would assume most men would ask for from her. “A kiss.” He pauses and turns his head a bit so that he can tap his cheek. “Right here.”
Gina smirks as she studies him for a moment, before stepping forward and kissing him full on the lips instead. She’s never really been all that shy to begin with, and she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been thinking about it since the moment he walked in the door. His hands stutter in surprise, for a moment, before finding their way to her waist, and he’s kissing her back earnestly.
“Did I satisfy the requirements of the dare?” she asks with a smirk.
“And then some.” He glances around for a moment, his fingers stroking her side for a moment, before he asks, softly. “Want to take this game somewhere else?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
* * * * *
On that night, and the months that followed, “Truth or Dare” almost became like a kind of code, an opportunity for them to disengage before they skimmed too close to something that they didn’t really talk about, and most nights neither party abused it. Most nights. Those nights don’t include nights like this one, nights where Gina comes home with bruises from her brother after botching a deal she didn’t realize she was interfering with, and being unable to hide them from Billy’s quiet, watchful gaze.
“Who did this?”
“Truth or dare.” She doesn’t want to get into it. Doesn’t want to get Billy into trouble. It’s not the first time Ronnie’s left bruises on her body and it probably won’t be the last, but it’s family. You don’t rat on family.
“Gina.”
“Uh-uh,” she shakes her head. “Say the magic words.”
“Truth.”
The word is said with such a firm seriousness that it takes her a second to realize he’s even said it. She swallows uncomfortably, eyes darting away from him for a moment, before shaking her head. “I was working behind the bar and walked in on something I shouldn’t have. No big deal.”
“It is a big deal.”
“No, it’s not.” There’s a firmness to her tone that softens as she moves closer. “Not if you don’t make it one. So don’t.” She covers protests with a kiss, but she knows that the thoughts are still lurking in the back of his mind, ready to take hold somehow. There’s a quiet moment in the movie their watching and she reaches over to give his hand a squeeze.
“What are you thinking?”
He glances back to her after a moment and then glances away. “Truth or dare.”
It takes her a quiet moment before she responds. “Truth.”
“I love you.” He brushes his thumb against the side of her cheek softly. “Don’t go to the club on Saturday night.”
* * * * *
She doesn’t go to the club. She doesn’t see Billy Browder again either. He gets replaced by a Detective William Banner with the same beautiful blue eyes, but a new set of lies that Gina isn’t sure how to handle.
“Truth or dare.”
“Did you ever tell me the truth in the first place?”
“Truth or dare?”
It takes a moment, but eventually she decides that what she needs is to go forward, not back.
“Truth.”
Title: If You’d Just Believe in Me
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 998
Summary: On that night, and the months that followed, “Truth or Dare” almost became like a kind of code, an opportunity for them to disengage before they skimmed too close to something that they didn’t really talk about, and most nights neither party abused it.
Notes: Leave it to me to take what’s supposed to be a light hearted prompt and make it serious.
“Truth or dare.”
In a lot of ways, it’s just meant to be an ice breaker. Sandy hair shifts a bit as he turns to face her, and hidden beneath the strands are the bluest eyes she’s ever seen. Confused blue eyes, but blue eyes all the same. “Sorry?”
Her eyebrows go up a bit, as though the question is obvious enough. “Truth or dare. I’m pretty sure the answer is obvious.”
“I just … wasn’t sure why you were talking to me,” he replies as she goes to sit up on the stool next to his, fingers curling through the condensation of his beer and leaving wide lines across the glass. “Since we don’t actually know each other.”
“Oh,” she nods once, before smirking as she reaches out her hand to him. “I’m Gina DelVecchio.”
“Right. Ronnie’s sister.” It’s an easy enough conclusion to draw, given that they’re in her brother’s bar at the moment, and she watches as he starts to extend his hand, before realizing it’s wet and trying to quickly dry it off on his jeans before shaking his hand. “I’m Billy. Browder.”
“So, Billy Browder. Now that we are all acquainted – truth or dare?”
He eyes her carefully for a moment, before glancing back to his beer and nodding. “Dare.”
“Interesting choice,” she says, before turning and scanning the rest of the bar. “I dare you … to serenade old Mrs. McGrady over there with a romantic love song of your choosing.”
Billy balks for a moment, before squinting back at her. “And here I thought this dare was going to involve shots of some kind.”
“Nah. Shots are way too easy.” She smirks at him before crossing her long olive legs in front of her and signaling down the bartender for a beer of her own. “Silly love song or bust. Unless, of course, you’re chicken … ?”
Billy almost seems offended at the implication, and with a huff he gets to his feet and makes his way over to the little old lady sitting in the corner booth. He leans closer to speak to her for a moment, and then steps back as he starts to do what Gina assumes is singing, and Mrs. McGrady looks appropriately horrified but also endeared by the results. By the time Billy stumbles back to the bar, Gina is clapping her hands and laughing her approval.
“Well done.”
“I doubt, Mrs. McGrady would agree with you.” He slides back onto his stool turning back to her with a smirk. “Truth or dare.”
“What?”
“Hey, I followed through. Now it’s my turn.”
“Alright, fine,” she glances around for a moment, before nodding. “Dare.”
He smirks lightly for a moment before asking what she would assume most men would ask for from her. “A kiss.” He pauses and turns his head a bit so that he can tap his cheek. “Right here.”
Gina smirks as she studies him for a moment, before stepping forward and kissing him full on the lips instead. She’s never really been all that shy to begin with, and she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been thinking about it since the moment he walked in the door. His hands stutter in surprise, for a moment, before finding their way to her waist, and he’s kissing her back earnestly.
“Did I satisfy the requirements of the dare?” she asks with a smirk.
“And then some.” He glances around for a moment, his fingers stroking her side for a moment, before he asks, softly. “Want to take this game somewhere else?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
On that night, and the months that followed, “Truth or Dare” almost became like a kind of code, an opportunity for them to disengage before they skimmed too close to something that they didn’t really talk about, and most nights neither party abused it. Most nights. Those nights don’t include nights like this one, nights where Gina comes home with bruises from her brother after botching a deal she didn’t realize she was interfering with, and being unable to hide them from Billy’s quiet, watchful gaze.
“Who did this?”
“Truth or dare.” She doesn’t want to get into it. Doesn’t want to get Billy into trouble. It’s not the first time Ronnie’s left bruises on her body and it probably won’t be the last, but it’s family. You don’t rat on family.
“Gina.”
“Uh-uh,” she shakes her head. “Say the magic words.”
“Truth.”
The word is said with such a firm seriousness that it takes her a second to realize he’s even said it. She swallows uncomfortably, eyes darting away from him for a moment, before shaking her head. “I was working behind the bar and walked in on something I shouldn’t have. No big deal.”
“It is a big deal.”
“No, it’s not.” There’s a firmness to her tone that softens as she moves closer. “Not if you don’t make it one. So don’t.” She covers protests with a kiss, but she knows that the thoughts are still lurking in the back of his mind, ready to take hold somehow. There’s a quiet moment in the movie their watching and she reaches over to give his hand a squeeze.
“What are you thinking?”
He glances back to her after a moment and then glances away. “Truth or dare.”
It takes her a quiet moment before she responds. “Truth.”
“I love you.” He brushes his thumb against the side of her cheek softly. “Don’t go to the club on Saturday night.”
She doesn’t go to the club. She doesn’t see Billy Browder again either. He gets replaced by a Detective William Banner with the same beautiful blue eyes, but a new set of lies that Gina isn’t sure how to handle.
“Truth or dare.”
“Did you ever tell me the truth in the first place?”
“Truth or dare?”
It takes a moment, but eventually she decides that what she needs is to go forward, not back.
“Truth.”
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