As the evening came, Dorian changed to get ready for his stream. He'd decided to go ahead and change into his pajamas, with wasn't much more than black pants and dark blue shirt. When Reina had remarked that he usually slept shirtless, he answered that he usually put on one for streaming.
"The girls already thirst over me when I just show up," he assured her. "Don't want to give them any more of a reason...."
"And that's just for me at home, yeah?" she teased. He nodded and smiled before leading the way up to the office. Within about half an hour, everyone was on a call and the pre-stream had started with comments already pouring in about being excited and wondering what else was going to happen.
"About time you two showed up," Wolfgang teased. "We thought you might've forgotten about us...."
"Maybe you two had a little fun before, eh?" Adelaide smirked.
"Shut, all of you," Dorian smiled, grabbing a massive fake handlebar mustache from his desk and setting it with his top hat and monocle that he'd gotten out earlier. "Unlike the lot of you, I actually have to set up for tonight. Just be glad I'm letting you guys stream with me...."
"And besides, what Dorian and I do on our own is none your business," Reina added, sitting cross-legged in her chair. Despite her being in a pair of boy-shorts and one of Dorian's shirts she had tied back, he couldn't help but smile at how she looked. "Eyes on the screen, pretty boy. Save those puppy-dog eyes for later...."
"Of course...." He sat down, ignoring the laughter of their friends. "Alright everyone, are we ready to go?"
"As ready as I can be," Nina sighed.
"Kinda glad I don't have to be on webcam for the viewers," Analisse said. "Maybe the next time...."
"Next time, you might be running it, right?" Taylor asked.
"Doesn't mean she has to," Reina interjected. "It wasn't until the first stream I was on that Dorian did face cam for the first time...."
"Alright, seriously, shut," Dorian ordered, ignoring Reina's curious smile. On his streaming channel, he was God. He put on the mustache, hat and monocle before going live and sitting up straight. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to yet another display of...well...perhaps not good play, but hopefully still worth watching. You all know who I am, and the young lady beside me, but there are some close friends of mine who have elected to join me in good-manner frivolity...."
In the background, everyone except Reina seemed to be struggling not to laugh, even moving the mics of their headsets aware as they struggled. Dorian took notice and knew that it was because of his mannerisms and his accent. "So, as posted earlier, tonight is a night of challenge and tribulation. For every death I endure as a prop, I will spin the wheel and receive my punishment. Now, enough talking let us begin. I believe we all agreed on Dust?"
"Yeah," Analisse chuckled, trying her best not to break. "Oh my god, Dorian...."
"What?" he asked, still keeping the act up. "Does something amuse you?" His smile under the mustache grew wider as he heard wheezing from everyone.
"Nope," she breathed. "Totally fine...."
"Very well, let's begin." Dorian landed on the prop team for the first round. "I expect good sportsmanship from all of you. No stream sniping. May the best man win." Reina rolled her eyes as she absentmindedly played with Dorian's hair. "So, chat, despite me knowing my attitude for tonight, I want to know if I should be a gentleman or pull out my old favorite?" Chat started to fly by with their responses.
"Looks like people want you to be an arse," Reina said. "You've done this before?" He gestured towards the list of mods. "Thise are your friends and sister, aren't they?"
"Indubitably," Dorian answered, moving into place. "While they will tell you they don't like where I hide for this, even they can't help but admit is clever." He leaned back in his chair and pulled a cup of tea into frame. "Now, all we have to do is wait until the round ends...." Kicking his feet up as the hunters were loosed, he blew on his cup. "Now, chat, I should be free to....WHO THE HELL?!"
Lurching forward and almost spilling his tea, Dorian looked in disbelief as his death message appeared. "Taylor?! But how...?" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "How did you know I was a can at spawn, old boy? I thought I was well hidden...."
"I had a friend who does that," Taylor admitted. "It's kinda habit that I check spawn for cans...." Dorian laid back in his chair, his mustache moving as he grumbled poshly under his breath. Reina chuckled lightly at his grump, continuing to gently scratch his hair. "Sorry...."
"It is what it is," Dorian offered. "Besides, it's quite an untowards thing to do. Good eye, though, honestly. Absolutely sniped me...." Leaning back forward, he spun the wheel he had prepared. "Please let it be an easy one...."
"Memes and music?" Reina read, curiously.
"Excuse me, what?" Wolfgang asked, having just died himself.
"One that we'll do at the end of the night," Dorian assured, checking that off the wheel. "Me and my friends got a little creative before I left and made some videos.... But for now, back to the game...." Dorian hoped to get his revenge on Taylor as a hunter, Analisse taking that from him but apologizing for it.
As the night went on, there was little more than idle chit chat as Dorian and Reina swapped places. People, friends and chat alike, couldn't help but point out how much better she was than him at both hiding and hunting. Dorian waived this away by saying that he was not only putting on a bit, but he also had to go through punishment challenges. Since Dorian died quite often, actually being accused of doing it on purpose and questions of whether or not he was a masochist, he ended up doing a few; taking a bite out of a raw onion, standing on his head for a few minutes, do a wall sit, answer some questions of chat some of which Reina helped, and even gift a few subs just to name a few. Around the end of the night, he hit one that Reina actually looked at him.
"I'll do this one with you," she offered.
"You sure?" he asked, pulling out a small bottle from the basket beneath his desk. "This sauce is supposed to be absolutely brutal...." He ripped the mustache from his lips. "I mean...I've seen people try Da Bomb and it never ends well...."
"You're seriously going to do that?" Adelaide asked. "And Reina just willingly asked to join you in it?"
"I don't want you to suffer on your own," she told him, genuine concern in her eyes. "Besides, we've got some stuff here to help...and we'll just do a little, yeah?" Dorian looked into her eyes, seeing the steadfast look she was giving him and understood that she was serious. His was a punishment for sucking at the game...hers was a choice.
"Alright then," he sighed, cracking the bottle and coughing as he smelled it. "Chat...ItsNolo...if I die...I'm coming back to haunt your ass...." Both him and Reina put a miniscule amount on the edge of their chips.
"Wanna be cute about this before we beg for death?" Reina asked.
"Feed each other?" he asked. "Why the hell not?" With slightly trembling hands, they linked arms and ate. For a short while there was no sound save for the crunch of the tortilla chips as they chewed, but no outward sign of discomfort.
"Seems alright," Adelaide prodded. "You two have high spice tolerances?"
"I do," Reina answered. "I think I've got a bit more than Dorian, but that still doesn't explain...." She was cut off as both she and Dorian suddenly shot straight up in their seats, eyes wide with terror and pain. Tears welled up in both of their eyes as Dorian seemed to be unable to actually form words and was instead making noises of pain. Reina didn't even try to talk as Dorian actually got up from his seat to pace, his breathing heavy and his face a bright red.
"Who the fuck thinks that tastes good?!" Were the first words Dorian was able to rasp out. "Who the fuck think that tastes at all?!"
"I'm getting a taste," Reina whined. "It's spicy...sour...and extremely unpleasant...."
"Get the ice cream?" Dorian wheezed, letting his tongue hang out a little. Reina nodded and Dorian left. While he was gone, Gizmo and Felix padded into the room and, feeling the pain, hopped onto Reina's lap to try to make her feel better. Dorian eventually stumbled back in with a pint of vanilla and two spoons. "So glad we set this out to let it melt a bit...." They both took large spoonfuls and immediately groaned in satisfaction as they were offered some relief.
"I guess we spoke to soon," Analisse offered. "You two okay?" Both of them offered a little wave with their spoons and even a thumbs up that they'd at least be fine. "I guess it really is that bad...."
"I'm not sure I'd even offer this to my worst enemy," Dorian groaned, looking at the bottle. "I mean, I feel like I can be a bit of a sadist with my revenge fantasies, but I'm not this bad...." He ran his tongue over his lips. "I actually can't feel my lips...."
"Same," Reina agreed, absentmindedly letting Felix lick a bit of ice cream off her finger. "That was...unpleasant to say the least."
"Alright," Dorian sighed, after recatching him breath. "Now, for the end...for the videos...."
"Yeah, I've been curious about this," Nina said, sounding a little excited. Dorian didn't say anything as he opened a YouTube channel named The Blue Opal Troupe and moved to the playlists tab. "'Best of Dorian's Organ'?"
"'Memes'," Analisse continued.
"'Covers'," Adelaide noted.
"'Riverdance playslist'?" Wolfgang finished. "Dorian...what kind of secret life do you live?"
"Quite a few," he chuckled. "This was a project me and my friends back home had an idea to have a little fun before I had to leave for school, and we'd had this channel for years. All that was added was really the memes...." He clapped his hands together. "Alright...we've got a little more time before we go offline, so let's get to watching a few. If you don't mind, my friends and I have gotten a good idea of a sort of greatest hits."
"What's in it?" Reina inquired.
"Sad cat dance, zero two dance and dodge meme, Notice Me Senpai, reel around the sun, song of storms on organ, and I think more than a feeling," Dorian suggested. "That sound alright to everyone? Chat?" The answers flew by with agreement. "Alright, if it wasn't obvious, you all can go back and watch these as you please and please leave comments. It helps the algorithm."
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