You’d be surprised how much you can learn about someone from a good ol’ game of Cliff Shag Marry.
“No. I refuse to play.”
“Come on, Arty. It’ll be fun.”
“Yeah. What harm could it do?”
“I won’t hack you for a month if you play, Mud Boy.”
“Fine!” Artemis said, nearly yelling. “Just tell me the rules.”
Juliet snickered. “It’s simple really. All you have to do is have one person say the names of three people and then everyone has to decide who they’d throw off a cliff, who they’d shag(one night stand), and who they’d marry. If forced, obviously. The last person to say is the next caller.” She explained.
Artemis sulked, but nodded. Holly already seemed to have decided that she’d be the first caller.
She did her own best impression of Artemis’ trade mark vampire smile(not nearly as good as the real thing, but still) and chuckled. “Alright then. Butler, Opal Koboi, and Trouble Kelp.” The males in the room winced.
Juliet began. “Cliff, Butler. Shag, Opal. Marry, Trouble.” The words were without hesitation, creepily enough.
Foaly was next. “Cliff, Trouble. Shag, Butler. Marry, Opal.” Holly snickered quietly to herself. Shag Butler? Really? This game was already fun!
Artemis growled slightly, then sighed. “Fine. Cliff, Opal. Shag, Trouble. Marry, Butler.” His cheeks turned beet red as the rooms occupants burst out laughing. “What?!” The laughter slowly petered out and Juliet just flicked her hand dismissively. Artemis scowled and thought of the most agonising punishment(via the game)for Holly.
He smiled. Not a I’m-happy-to-see-you-smile either. A I’m-going-to-rip-your-limbs-off-and-enjoy-it smile. “Minerva, Cabaline, Opal. Choose now of never have another private personal call again.”
Holly’s jaw dropped. Choose? From that list? Might as well get it over with. “CliffCabaline,shagOpal,marryMinerva.” She said it so fast the the words sounded more like one, long mass of gibberish then an actual sentence. The meaning came across though.
Juliet snickered inter her hand as she said her own choice. “Cliff, Opal. Shag, Cabaline. Marry, Minerva. You judge you die.” No one laughed. No one even smiled.
“Well then. Cliff, Minerva. Shag, Opal. Marry, Cabaline obviously.” Foaly said coolly, making himself the next caller. “And I choose no one. The game’s over.” A disappointed groan came from Juliet and she stood up and walked off, clearly having wanted to be the next caller.
Foaly got up, stared at Holly and Artemis for a second, and left. You could learn a lot from someone by playing a little game of cliff, shag, marry. “Maybe a little too much.” He muttered.