"Alright, so, I have made this new mixture." Cisco started when he saw that everyone he asked for was in the room, "it compels the person, to tell the truth - Harry Potter being the inspiration - so I thought the best way to explore its limits would include a bottle, lots of alcohol, truths and dares! Some would you rather as well; I even made a computer system to give them to us!"

Everyone in the room sighed, looking at each other, knowing that they had no way out of this. Barry had felt the meta wards be put up, Snart had felt it when both himself and Barry crashed into a desk as he lost his speed. Caitlin was already practically chained to a chair. Joe was staying there because he did not trust Snart, Barry and Cisco in a room together. Oliver's bows were being held hostage - he was not going to leave until he had those back.

"Ok, sit, sit!" He ordered, forcing people to sit where he wanted them to rest.

Barry was sat down at the centre near his suit stand, Snart was to his left, then there was Cisco, then Oliver, the Caitlin and finally Joe was sat down - completing the circle. The computer was set up to answer to their voices, and the bottle was set up in the middle. About a crate of beer was sat next to everyone and a cup of the beer before them.

Oliver was first, so he called out his name.

"Oliver, dare, pick someone to read their last text out loud. For every word, you have to drink." The computer said as everyone sniggered around him.

"Alright," Oliver whispered before coming around to face Barry who he thought would rarely get messages, "Barry," he said as he picked up the glass.

"Ok," Barry whispered before pulling out his phone and going scarlet, "so, it will be at the museum down the street from where you now live, hope you enjoy. I'm sure that you know who this is."

Snart's face betrayed the fact that he knew about what that message meant. He was the one that sent it, telling Barry where the next heist was because he didn't want the gem his Rogues were wanting, and it was easier to say The Flash stopped it then say no with empty and unworked hands.

The twenty-plus words meant that Oliver ended up finishing his first glass and half of the next. He was not a happy vigilante, to say the least. He spun the bottle which landed on Cisco - much to the pleasure of most people in the room.

"Cisco, dare, answer 'shut up' to the latest Facebook comment you got," the computer said after Cisco said his name.

Grumbling under his breath, Cisco did as he was told, Joe's phone pinging afterwards.

"Really? I was your most recent?" Joe asked in disbelief.

Cisco didn't answer in the better answer of spinning the bottle.

"Snart - no you will be Len tonight," the computer corrected the sneering Len, "truth, how young were you when you started buying your own alcohol? Did you need a fake ID?"

"Buying? Ten and no. It was at a black market pub, they didn't care for age," Len grumbled, cursing the mixture that Cisco had made. He spun the bottle, it landing on Joe.

"Joe, dare, for the next two rounds you can only drink by letting the person to your right pour it into your mouth."

"Fine," Joe mumbled before spinning the bottle, having it land on Barry.

"Barry, no Bassy," the computer said, making Barry's jaw drop and Sebastian to rise, "dare, softly blow into the ear of the person to the right of you."

Bassy turned to face a very unimpressed Joe who tensed eyes closed as Bassy did as he was told to do. No one was impressed at the moment at what they were doing and where very happily glaring at Cisco.

"Caitlin, truth, have you ever had a romance on vacation?" The computer asked.

"No," Caitlin answered simply before spinning the bottle again.

"Cisco, truth, who do you trust the most in this room?"

"I am so not drunk enough for this... Barry, I would trust Barry the most in this room." Cisco answered, wincing under the glares of the others.

"Oliver, dare, end all your text messages with 'lol j/k' for the rest of the night!" The computer said, almost giddy.

"That's fine, I don't have my phone on me, only my coms," he shrugged to the disappointment of everyone.

"Caitlin, dare, go to Facebook and find the latest wall post you've received. Answer it with: 'No, you're wrong.'"

"Boring!" Bassy called, "she does that anyway!" He sniggered only to have his phone buzz, "we're an antisocial lot." He sighed when he saw that he was the receiving end of the glare.

"Bassy, truth, have you ever been to a strip club?" Now everyone was interested.

Bassy, holding back his smirk, answered simply, "many times, lost count at thirty-six times within half a year."

Len, who thought that he was safe to drink, ended up choking on the drink that he was taking. He was red in the face as he tried to control his breathing. "Never thought that you would be a strip club person, Scarlet." He commented when he could talk.

"Plenty of times, I was the main attraction," Bassy answered before his brain could catch up with him. Let us just say the now visible smirk grew as everyone's eyes went wide as they processed what he said and what it meant. Many people were now choking on their breath.

"Len, joker card, all unemployed players drink," the computer said.

Len, Caitlin and Cisco were the only ones that drank.

"Bassy, truth, what is the most embarrassing thing you've done while being drunk?"

"Oh, that's hard..." Bassy thought allowed, "I wasn't often drunk enough to do much unless you count my first few months in Paris. I don't remember much of it, but I was told that I was found to be hanging by one hand to a lamppost, stark naked, then proceeded to sing and dance as the Police put me in a night cell."

Everyone was surprised. Joe's eyebrows shot through his hair-line.

"Joe, truth, what's the longest you've ever gone without changing your underwear?"

"Two weeks, initial detective training," Joe said, hiding his embarrassment behind taking a drink of his beer. Many people were grossed out or sniggering - some were both.

"Oliver, dare, say 'I don't like admitting it, but...' before every truth, you answer for the rest of the night."

"Fine," Oliver sighed.

"Cisco, truth, what's the worst gift you've ever gotten?"

"A single used gym sock," Cisco answered, "I was seven at the time."

"Caitlin, joker card, all chicks drink," the computer said too much of everyone's amusement.

Caitlin was the only one that drunk something.

"Oliver, truth, have you ever drunkenly thrown something out of a moving car?"

"I don't like admitting it, but... Yes, many times," Oliver emitted.

"Len, dare, do a chuck-staring competition with the person to your right, whoever blinks or stops chugging has to drink for ten more seconds."

"I should warn you, Cold, I don't back down to a competition," Bassy smirked.

"Neither do I, Scarlet," Len smirked before the two started the competition.

Cisco started to refill the quickly emptying glasses in the pair's hands as they continued past a glass. The other's jaw slowly started dropping as the time that the computer reached clocked past a minute.

"That's over two and a half glasses already," Joe stated.

Finally, Len was the one the surrendered and stopped drinking, trying to get some air into his oxygen-starved body. He was on the verge of passing out when he eventually realised that he was not going to win this against Bassy. Len sighed at Bassy's smug look before continuing to drink for another ten seconds meaning that Len had reached an impressive five glasses already. "I'm not going to be able to walk at the end of this," he muttered before spinning the bottle.

"Joe, dare, give everyone a striptease that lasts at least a minute."

That was the most scaring minute for everyone yet.

"Bassy, dare, paint your fingernails black!" The computer exclaimed.

"You're computer's enjoying itself," Len commented as everyone nodded around him. Len could feel the alcohol starting to hand an effect on him.

Bassy was almost giddy as he quickly rummaged in Cisco's draw and pulled out black nail polish, "Cisco loves to do this to himself," Bassy explained before he sat down and started to paint his fingernails. The job wasn't too bad - especially considering he has had four glasses of the beer that Cisco had provided them. He then spun the bottle as he waited for it to dry.

"Cisco, truth, if you could make someone in this room your slave - who would it be and what would you make them do?"

"Snart," Cisco answered quickly, the mixture taking control, "I would make him introduce me properly to his sister."

Len looked horrified at what Cisco blurted out.

"Caitlin, truth, what's your new year's resolution, and how's it coming along?"

"Didn't make one," she emitted.

"Caitlin, forfeit play again card, joker card," the computer said, "all players that have been to more than three continents drink."

Bassy and Len were the only ones that drunk, gaining some confused looks from a lot of people. It turns out Bassy and Len were the only well-travelled ones there.

"Bassy, dare, put a note on your door saying 'sorry for the disturbance, later I will be putting in a glory hole'."

Bassy hopped back to his feet almost skipped over to the paper and pens. Everyone watched with growing confusing as the words that he wrote on the post-it was eligible with the amount that he had already drunk. He then proceeded to put in on the door to his flash suit, turned around seconds before he placed it on the metal and winked at everyone. His behaviour added to the confusion of everyone.

"I don't know why people would be embarrassed by something like that," Bassy shrugged as he sat down again.

"Len, dare, pick two people next to each other. For the next two rounds, they have to lock arms and drink together when one of them drinks."

"Cisco and... Oliver," Len smirked at Cisco.

The two grumbled before linking their arms together, holding their drinks in their linked arms.

"Joe, joker card, all non-drunk players must empty their glasses."

Everyone but Bassy, Oliver and Cisco didn't finish their cups - they were all tested about how drunk they were when they were asked to walk in a straight line, Len hit a desk and a chair while walking in the middle of the cortex.

"Caitlin, dare, dip your finger in your drink and draw a heart on the person to your rights abbs. Lick it off! Then they have to keep their top off!"

"That computer has an AI it seems," Caitlin mumbled before turning towards Oliver with an apologetic look on her face. "Guess that's you," she said sheepishly.

Oliver didn't do anything except lift of his top for everyone to see his stomach. He had abbs. But he did not react, only looked at the wall as Caitlin did her dare.

"Oliver, dare, put on the song "Roxanne" by the Police. Every time they say "Roxanne," you have to take a drink. For every one you miss, you have to take two sips."

Oliver drank a total of twenty times; the computer then played the lyrics down a screen. It was said twenty-three times, so he took an extra of six sips. He was now drunk at six drinks. The stuff that Cisco had given them was reasonably powerful to get him drunk before double digits.

"Joe, dare, with the person two seats to your left, race to the bottom of your drink."

He looked two spaces to his left; he saw it was, in fact, Len. Joe knew straight away that he had lost. He remembers how fast both Bassy and Len were chugging it earlier. He raised his glass to Len before the computer timed them.

Both of them had a full glass, and we're both drunk. Len still beat him by a landslide.

"Cisco, dare, open the top of a can of beer before punching a hole in the side and drink from that hole."

"I think I got a can here," Cisco mumbled before looking through his crate, finally pulling out a can. He did as the computer ordered, only spilling a bit of it down his chin.

"Bassy, lick the person to your left fingers for twenty seconds," now it was clear that the computer was giddy and enjoying what it was doing.

Bassy turned towards the person on his left. It was a very unimpressed Leonard Snart sitting to his left. Bassy smirked at him before stating, "guess you're getting something back for all those times that you flirted with me."

Oliver's eyebrows scrunched, why would a villain flirt with the hero? It didn't make sense to him, although, he's had a few that he would have liked to have flirt at him.

Bassy wasted no time while everyone else in the room looked away as quickly as they could. When the group turned back around, they were met by a smirking Bassy and Len red in the face while staring at a far-away wall. Bassy then spun the bottle. It landed on a distraught Len.

"Len, dare, kiss the person to your right for twenty seconds and steal the rest of their drink," it was like the computer knew that Len was a thief or something.

"Life hates me..." Both Bassy and Len grumbled.

"Guess you're getting something back for that previous dare," Len shrugged before catching the superhero in a kiss on the lips.

Everyone looked away again as the hero and villain continued to kiss each other - they may or may not have looked like they were kissing as if their lives depended on it. When it went past twenty seconds, they realised that the normal timekeeping man seemed to have forgotten how to count. I took the computer to tell them it was safe for them to turn around again before they stopped looking at the entrance to the cortex.

"Bottoms up," Len exclaimed as he held up Bassy's mostly full glass and chugged it down quickly. When he finally finished it, he started to choke, suddenly realising that was not like the rest of the alcohol that Cisco had given them. "What is in that stuff?" He gasped through his coughs.

Bassy had a very smug look on his face as he pulled out a vial from his back pocket, "something I like to call Courvoisier Initiale Extra of a stronger making, instead of around 40%, this is around 65% when mixed with the beer that Cisco helpfully provided." Bassy then stated, "it's just that I knew it takes a lot to get me drunk like how Cisco wanted us to be, so I was giving him a helping hand after grabbing it from a draw."

"You're crazy; you know that, Scarlet?" Len said horsly.

"Here's a cup of cold water, this should help somewhat," Bassy said passing the cup over, much to the visible relief of the thief, "you will not be walking tonight, maybe not tomorrow either depending on how much is in your system at the moment."

"You're a mad scientist. You know that?" Len whispered, trying not to move too much until his head stopped spinning.

"Yes," Bassy stated simply with a shrug.

"New game, who is most likely too, the person with the most people pointing at them must drink."

"Alright," everyone shrugged, time to see whether this night could get any worse or better.

"Who is most likely to... Get new friends in public?"

Everyone pointed to Cisco, and Cisco pointed to Caitlin. Cisco drunk the rest of his drink with a sigh.

"Who is most likely to... Forget their birthday?"

Surprise surprise it was Bassy that got all the pointing. He downed his drink with a small laugh.

"Who is most likely to... Embarrass themselves in front of their secret/known crush?"

Bassy was pointed to again; he had pointed at Cisco. He growled something under his breath as he drunk some of his drink.

"Who is most likely to... Cheers! - Everyone takes a sip!"

There was a range of grumbles around the room as they all took a drink.

"Who is most likely to... Date someone ten years older?"

Bassy got pointed to, after drinking, he just kept his glass in his hand.

"Who is most likely to... Cheers! - Everyone takes a sip!"

Cisco was getting glared at again. There was obviously something in these drinks to make sure that they don't fall unconscious or die because of this.

"Who is most likely to... Go to work with a hangover?"

Caitlin got pointed at, which she blushed behind her drink as she drank.

"Who is most likely to... Pretend to be someone else to get laid?"

Len was pointed at while he pointed at Bassy, he grumbled into his drink.

"Who is most likely to... Get a tattoo with their partner's name?"

Instead of answering this, Bassy turned to Len and pulled the man's sleeve up, revealing a small lightning bolt and the word Scarlet tattooed near his elbow. "I think we know the answer to this one!" He giggled.

Wrenching his arm away and pushing his sleeve back down again, Len mumbled, "Mick made me do it. It was a dare, and then he drugged me anyway." Before taking a drink from his glass.

Bassy smirked at the fact that everyone was too drunk to question how he knew Len had one and in such a place as well.

"Who is most likely to... Have someone calling their parents, because they are too drunk?"

Unanimously, no one was the one that had to drink; they didn't have the parents to call, so that didn't count.

"Who is most likely to... Kiss someone they don't like?"

Bassy pointed to Snart, Snart pointed to Bassy, Oliver got pointed at by Cisco, Oliver pointed at Bassy, Caitlin pointed at Len, Joe pointed at Oliver. It was a stalemate.

"All three must bottom out their drinks."

All three grumbled as they emptied their glasses and refilled them again. There was not a single person in the room that wasn't drunk now.

"Who is most likely to... Avoid their life problems by partying too much?"

Cisco got pointed at, Oliver smirked when only Cisco pointed at him. Seems like being a vigilante at night had its perks in drinking games.

"Who is most likely to... Give hickeys to someone in this room?"

Len got pointed at by everyone, Len pointed at Bassy. Just to make Len feel better, Bassy took a drink with him.

"Who is most likely to... Strip naked tonight?"

Everyone voted cisco - he even pointed to himself. He will later say that he was too drunk to process anything and that he would not strip naked. This would also be disproven by the fact that there is now a video of him dancing naked on his desk from around midnight.

"Who is most likely to... Lie to cover for a cheating friend?"

Everyone pointed at Len, Len pointed at Bassy. Both took a drink; Bassy was drinking water this time, he wasn't sure even his super-healing could help with the migraine he will be having tomorrow.

"Who is most likely to... get into a serious political debate while drunk?"

Cisco was declared that. Bassy was a close second with one. He didn't drink with Cisco, though.

"Who is most likely to... Go a month without drinking?"

Oliver grumbled into his drink. Should this amount of alcohol not count for the whole year at this point?

"Who is most likely to... Get naked for free drinks?"

Len was pointed at again, which he looked horrified at, he proceeded to point to the smirking Bassy. Bassy raised his glass and chugged it in one to the horror of everyone in the room. Len mumbled a told you so into his glass as he drank.

"Who is most likely to... End up in a gay bar?"

It came down to Bassy, Len and Oliver again.

"All three must bottom out their drinks."

At this point, all three were fed up and drunk, so just smirked and drunk from each other's glasses. Len would later whinge that he got the glass with the most in it, but that he was too drunk to realise it at the time.

"Who is most likely to... Bottoms up! - Finish your drinks!"

The three were horrified. The others grumbled. If looks could kill, not even a thought of Cisco would exist.

"Who is most likely to... Cheers! - Everyone takes a sip!"

Cisco was not a liked person.

"Who is most likely to... Post a picture on social media just to make another person jealous?"

Caitlin won this, and she did not deny it. Instead, she took a hefty drink from her glass.

"Who is most likely to... Hook up with the person on their left tonight?"

Bassy won, much to both Len and his horror.

"Who is most likely to... Get drunk on a Monday?"

Len won this, he agreed.

"Who is most likely to... Do acrobatics while drunk?"

Bassy won, and he did a backflip to prove it. Everyone was amazed that he didn't break his or Len's neck as he did it.

"Who is most likely to... Drink the most beer?"

Going off what has happened already, Len won. What's another one when you've already had double digits?

"Who is most likely to... Pee in public places while drunk?"

Len was horrified when he was chosen. Just because he's a criminal, doesn't mean he lacks standards. Caitlin was the one that went for a pee in a public place later that night.

"Who is most likely to... Cheers! - Everyone takes a sip!"

A few moments of grumbling later and it was done.

"Who is most likely to... Send a booty call texts while drunk?"

At this point, people started to realise just who was sitting in front of The Flash suit door when Bassy drunk from his glass before anyone pointed at anyone.

"Who is most likely to... Kiss someone of their own sex?"

Bassy was pointed to by; Len, Cisco and Oliver. Len was indicated to by; Bassy, Joe and Caitlin. Both bottomed out their drinks before the computer had to tell them.

"Who is most likely to... Flirt with someone just to turn them on?"

Len was pointed out, and Bassy was his pick. Both shrugged and took a drink of their glass, to drunk, fed up and bored to care about what the rules are there for.

"Who is most likely to... Sneak into a club without paying?"

The results were the same as last time. Bassy and Len were sure that Cisco had rigged this at one point.

"Who is most likely to... Kiss the cheek of the person on their left?"

Joe was pointed to, it was explained that Bassy wouldn't kiss Len on the cheek but on the lips and Oliver apparently was only hero/villain sexual. The three of them was confused.

"Who is most likely to... Become extra competitive while drunk?"

Bassy and Len were equally picked. The two of them raced each other to the bottom of their drinks - after topping them up so that they were equal - Bassy won.

"Who is most likely to... Be cut off from drinking before eleven pm?"

Cisco was pointed to as well as Caitlin, both bottomed out their drinks.

"Who is most likely to... Approach more than ten people at the same club on the same night?"

Len won. People must have bad opinions on villains nowadays... What happened to people fearing them anymore?

"Who is most likely to... Hook up with their partner's friend to make them jealous?"

Cisco won this, much to everyone's amusement and Cisco disbelief and horror.

"Who is most likely to... Get friend-zoned?"

Bassy growled under his breath as he drunk from his glass.

"Final one."

"Yes!" People around the room exclaimed in relief.

"Who is most likely to... Be good at beer pong?"

Bassy smirked as everyone pointed at him - he even pointed at himself. He chugged to the bottom of his glass just because he could.

"Hope everyone enjoyed tonight?" Cisco chuckled nervously.

"Scarlet, remind me tomorrow that I need to kill him," Snart requested.

"Alright, anyone else wants anything for me to remind them off tomorrow?" Barry asked.

"Honestly, I can't remember already," Joe sighed.

As Barry felt the meta wards drop, and his alcohol level drop back to zero, he flashed back into his suit.

"Just seeing the lightning is making me feel nauseous..." Snart mumbled.

Quickly looking around, Barry grabbed the bin before dragging Snart off to his warehouse. He knew he found the right one when he had twenty-plus different weapons point at him.

The Rogues waited a moment while Snart three up into the bin that The Flash had placed there for him.

"He's really drunk," Barry explained, "my team kidnapped both of us and got us both drunk. My speed - when it returned - meant that I am currently not drunk."

Lisa walked forwards and helped her brother to his feet.

"Here, take these pain killers. Even the over the counter ones won't deal with the migraine he will get when he sobers up," Barry said as he handed Lisa a packet of tablets.

"Why won't they?" Lisa asked as she pocketed the painkillers she was previously handed.

"He got forced into drinking my drink. My drink also had a solution in it that meant it was an undiluted 65% that he gulped a pint off," Barry smirked, "I had it to make sure that I did get drunk. I could handle my alcohol well, even before I got my speed. I best be off. Star City needs there very drunk Green Arrow."

Even minutes after The Flash had shot off the Rogues were in shock.

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Felicity ended up laughing we she watched Oliver throw up into a bin after Barry flashed him over.

"He'll need these in the morning," Barry said as he handed Felicity a packet of a weaker sort of painkillers that he gave Lisa for Snart.

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Cisco and Caitlin were rounded up and locked in S.T.A.R Labs along with Joe.

Barry gave them the painkillers the next day when the migraine set in. Cisco may or may not have got the weakest ones - Barry wanted his revenge.

Maybe they did all enjoy it - once they remembered it.

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