Damien dug his phone out of the pocket of his oversized denim jacket, setting a timer for 20 minutes. “Alright, now that Ethan’s out there.. whose turn is it now?” He took another swig of his beer (his second one that night), looking around the slightly smaller circle of guys.
"Uhhh… let's say it's yours to keep things going." Rowan watched out the window from Damien's lap, cracking open a second beer himself and taking a swig. None of them even cared how bad it tasted; they just liked the slight buzz.
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“Cool, cool… uh- Cliff! What’ll it be, my man, truth or dare?”
Cliff gritted his teeth. “Fuck. After seein’ everythin’ that just happened to Ethan, I think I’m gonna be stickin’ with truth.” He shrugged, crushing his empty beer can.
“Truth? Cool, how about..” Damien thought for a bit. “You still a virgin, man? And no, a fleshlight doesn’t count.”
“You kiddin’? Man, I’m a chick magnet, just lookit me!” Cliff responded incredulously, beckoning to himself.
“Uh- yeah; man, and you kinda look like a hick, no offense. Yes or no, dude.”
“Okay, ‘kay! The answer’s no. Suck on that one, Caruso!” Cliff laughed, still sitting cross-legged on the floor.
Rowan snickered a bit, finishing off his second beer and tossing it into the growing pile of cans in the center of the circle. "Alright, Cliffy. Your turn to ask somebody." He grabbed another beer and tossed it between his hands a few times before he opened it up. "Who's it gonna be?"
Cliff looked around the circle. “Uh- Chris. Your turn, bud- truth or dare?”
“Fuck it, dare.”
“You gotta join Ethan outside. Same rules, but can come in with him.” Cliff dug in his pocket, pulling out his sunglasses. “That’ll do ya. Have fun out there!”
“What? No way, dude! It’s so goddamn cold out there!” Chris protested.
“You know the rules, Chrissy! You can either do the dare or give him.. say, $20?” Damien offered up, breaking into the argument.
Rowan grinned, glad his dare was causing further chaos. "$25!" He chimed in, adjusting himself on Damien's lap. "Hell, $30! I'm sure Ethan will be glad to have a friend~" Ethan knocked on the window.
"Can I come inside now?" He asked, his voice muffled through the glass.
"No! It hasn't been twenty minutes yet! You can only come in if you give me money!"
“Yo, Ro, you’re sittin’ directly on my dick, so if you could just.. not? That would be pretty cool of you.” Damien adjusted how he was sitting, fixing the problem on his own.
“$30! Goddamn, you bastards are vicious! I’m not made’a money.” Chris huffed, already taking off his shirt. “I’ll do it, but I’m not happy about it!”
“Sure you’re not, buddy. See you in a few, eh?” Damien teased, pointing towards the door.
"Have fun, darling~" Rowan snickered again and let Damien adjust him. "Alright, Jake, you go next."
"Truth or Dare, Ro?"
"Oooh~ going for me again? Do something more exciting this time, will you? Dare."
"Alright, alright. I dare you to climb up that tree onto the roof and bring back a piece of one of the shingles."
"Ooooh~. Okay, I see you."
"You can temporarily get out of Damien's lap."
"Naturally. I'll be back~" Rowan stood up, blew them all a kiss, and left the house. He climbed up the tree and actually managed to get onto the roof. A minute later, there was a loud thud from outside and Rowan crying out in pain.
Damien jumped at the sound, immediately scrambling to his feet. “Oh, fuck- I’m gonna go check on him.” He followed the sound of Rowan’s cries, hands clasped behind his neck. He crouched down next to Rowan, holding out a hand to help him up. “You good, man? Shit sounded nasty as hell.”
Rowan seemed dazed and not quite present. He was swaying pretty bad when Damien pulled him up, and he wouldn't put weight on one of his legs. "I don't feel so good…" He mumbled. "D'you think it's the beer?" He turned his glassy eyes up to Damien and with that, collapsed.
“Fuuuuck.” Damien groaned. “Hell yeah, I think it’s the beer.” He gritted his teeth, doing his best to carry Rowan inside with more than a little trouble. “Hey, guys? Rowan’s out.” He finally got him in through the door, pulling the boy to the rest of the group.
The rest of the boys (who weren't still naked outside) swore as well. "Should we call an ambulance or is he okay?" One of them asked. Rowan stirred a bit in Damien's arms, whining weakly in pain. Despite his stirring, he remained unconscious for now.
“Uh, well, he fell off a fuckin’ roof, I think that’s pretty bad. Maybe we wait it out an’ if he doesn’t wake up in like.. five minutes..? Then we can call ‘em. I’m just freaked ‘cause he sounded pretty out of it, y’know?” Damien sat down, resting Rowan’s head in his lap.
The other boys nodded in agreement, and the alarm went off a few seconds later. "Y'all can come in now!" Jake yelled to Ethan and Cliff, who both quickly came in and started pulling their clothes on.
"Rowan, I'm gonna kill y– woah, what happened to Ro?" He asked. Rowan stirred again, now trembling a bit.
“Fell off the roof? Maybe? I dunno, thank Jake.” Damien gritted his teeth and started looking Rowan over, making sure that he wasn’t bleeding anywhere. He looked at the other boy’s face once he started shaking. “Ro? Hey, man, you awake?”
Rowan gripped Damien's shirt and started breathing more heavily, clearly in pain. "That's… probably a bad sign." Ethan remarked as he watched. "Well, no shit, Sherlock!" "Fuck you!"
"Agh…!" Rowan started shaking harder, presumably conscious now, but with his eyes still closed.
“Okay, can everyone just shut the fuck up?! Somebody needs to call a damn ambulance, the rest of you can shut your damn mouths.” Damien barked, his hands resting on Rowan’s shoulders in an attempt to steady his shakes. “You’re olay man, you’re okay, take a breath..”
"Fine, fine, I'll call the fuckin' ambulance." Ethan pulled out his phone and dialed 911. Rowan drew in a couple shaky breaths, grabbing onto one of Damien's hands and clinging to it tightly. "It h-hurts…" He whispered, his voice strained and weak.
“I know, but you’ll be okay. Where did you fall from?” Damien tilted his head and leaned in slightly, almost protectively. He rubbed the back of Rowan’s hand with his thumb, although that was more subconscious than anything else. “And where does it hurt?”
"Roof… head… leg…" Rowan replied quietly, closing his eyes again. "They'll be here in a couple minutes." Ethan announced, shoving his phone back in his pocket. "So, what? Is he dying or just being a little bitch?" "Ethan, he fell off a fucking roof. Your roof." "Yeah? And who's fault is that?" "Jake, technically." "Oh, fuck you! He coulda denied the dare!" "You knew he wouldn't!"
Cliff snapped his fingers to grab their attention before anything broke out. “Hey! Assholes! Care to relax? Dude’s fuckin’ dazed as all get-out.” Cliff snapped.
“If you’re gonna fight, at least do it in another room. This is a little more important than just blaming someone.” Damien sighed, running his fingers through Rowan’s hair.
The sound of sirens was slowly approaching from the distance. Rowan leaned into Damien's hand weakly, still not seeming like he was all there. The other boys reluctantly shut up and waited for the ambulance to arrive. "I don't think we'll all be allowed in the ambulance. Ro's the only one who can't drive, right? He's the youngest, anyways, and I think he's only got a permit."
“Luckily for you, the kid doesn't need to drive anywhere. I think if any of us go with him in the ambulance, it should probably be me.” Damien volunteered, still combing his fingers through his hair. “After all, I’m the only one that saw the immediate aftermath of him falling.”
"Sure, go ahead. If they let you, more power to ya." The sirens were loud by now, and soon there were medical personnel rushing into the house to grab Rowan. They put him on a cot and secured a brace around his neck just in case he'd injured it.
Damien answered a few questions about the fall and things leading up, finally getting permission to be in the ambulance with Rowan as they left for the hospital. It really was a blur to him, the whole scene.