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Title: No Gods Allowed
Fandom: Soul Eater
Characters: Liz, Patty, Maka, Tsubaki, Blair
Rating: PG
Word count: 393
For: 10tropes
Trope/Summary: Slumber Party

The sign on the door–which is locked–says, No gods allowed. Or spoiled rich kids. Or anyone who bet against Patty finishing those 15 shakes at Deathburger. (You STILL owe me money, by the way.) Also, we’re naked and the room is trashed. Liz wonders if this–if she and Patty–will be enough. They’ve never even been to a slumber party before, much less thrown one. But Patty wanted “a party like in those movies where the girls all get chopped up by the guy with the axe;” Liz wanted a small gathering of friends–girlfriends–without half the most influential people in town butting in.

It isn’t long before they’re talking about boys anyway.

“Soul and I did Demon Hunter today,” Maka says. “Twice.”

“Congratulations,” says Tsubaki as Maka fluffs her hair up–the better to brush it with. “We still haven’t mastered the Uncanny Sword.” She gets quiet. “It’s my fault.”

“Why?” Liz asks, taking a bite of one of the onigiri Tsubaki made. She really is a very good cook. “Black Star…isn’t the most patient person on earth.”

“Because I keep holding back; I don’t want to hurt him. And also–” But Tsubaki doesn’t finish her sentence, and Liz doesn’t press. After all, this is a–

“Party!” Blair’s lying on her back, feet in the air. She flexes her toes, the nails lavender, freshly painted. “Let’s play a game!”

“Truth or dare!” Patty’s drawing happy faces on her thumb nails.

“Ooh, me first!” says Blair. “Maka-chan’s on her period!”

“Blair!” Maka shouts. Then: “That’s not how you play. You have to pick ‘truth’ or ‘dare’ first, and then the other person asks you a question.”

“Oh.” She sounds disappointed. “Dare, then.”

Liz ponders. “I dare you to…” Suggestively eat a banana? Run down the street naked? “…button your nightgown all the way.”

“Do I have to? It’s hot.”

“It’s a dare,” Liz reminds her.

There’s a rattle at the door, and for the briefest moment Liz wonders if it’s ghosts. But no–it’s almost worse.

“Did you guys want snacks?” Kid asks. “You really don’t have to lock the door; no one’s here.”

“I can’t believe you,” Liz says. “Didn’t you read my note?”

“You know I can’t read your handwriting,” he says. “I could go make some shrimp.”