Summary: Vikram and Isabel teach Irina how to play truth or dare.

Author's Note: This is before Vikram and Isabel were married.

"Why did we never think of this before?" Vikram asked the two women sitting in front of him in their dorm room.

"I'm not sure I quite grasp the concept." Irina said slowly. Isabel scooted closer to her (this was back in the day when she would actually sit on the floor).

"It's simple. One of us is going to ask you if you want to pick truth or dare. If you pick truth, you must answer whatever question we ask honestly. If you chose not to, you have to do a dare, which is basically anything either of us tells you to do."

"Example."

"Well," Vikram said, "If we dare you to walk naked from here to the next dormitory building, you have to do it." Irina looked out the window. It was dark, which would play to her advantage, but there was at least a half foot of snow on the ground with more falling from the sky.

"Do I really have to do this?" she asked, very annoyed.

"Yes." Vikram and Isabel said together. Irina knew she had no choice. Though she could have killed both of them on the spot without anyone knowing, she really did enjoy their presence. Well, most of the time anyway.

"Fine. Isabel, you go first." There was an awkward silence until Isabel nudged Irina.

"Ask me if I want truth or dare…" she whispered.

"Oh! Okay, truth or dare?"

"Truth." She said confidently. Irina thought for a moment.

"Would you marry Vikram if he asked you?" Isabel spit out the drink in her mouth laughing.

"No way!" Vikram looked hurt, but Irina joined in Isabel's laughter.

"Alright already!" Vikram interrupted impatiently, "Irina, truth or dare?"

"Dare." Isabel raised her eyebrows, curious of what Vikram would come up with.

"Okay. Go get Professor Abbot's favorite pen." Irina rolled her eyes. Could he not give her something more of a challenge? Without further ado, Irina raced off into the night. Within ten minutes she was back.

"Did you get it?" Isabel asked curiously. Irina nodded.

"No she didn't!" Vikram nearly shouted, "She doesn't have it with her."

"Vikram, check your back pocket." Vikram checked, and sure enough, the professor's favorite maroon fountain pen was sitting there.

"How di-wait, wha-" Vikram stuttered, "How did you get that there? I was sitting on it!" Irina merely smirked.

"Wait," Isabel protested, "that wasn't fair. Give her a truth. She's too good." Before Irina could counter, Isabel said "What was the name of your first boyfriend?" Irina went red.

"I don't think this is fair, as I already participated in the dare."

"It has already been said. Now spill."

"I, I um, well…"

"Wait a sec," Vikram said, amused, "She's never had a boyfriend, has she?" Isabel's eyes widened.

"I don't want to play anymore." Irina said quietly.

"Is it true?" Isabel prodded.

"No."

"Then what was his name?"

"Alexander."

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"He's dead." The room went silent. In an effort to steer the unwanted attention away from Irina, Isabel suggested a different game.

"How about monopoly?"

"I call the car!" Vikram shouted. Irina smiled at her friends' show of kindness.

"I call the hat!" she said, because she knew Isabel would want the shoe.