Savannah hesitated, her feet that had barely a second ago been carrying her effortless down the street now almost rooted to the spot. Well..that wasn't true. They would have eagerly, even urgently, carried her back home and away from the pub that she stood before now. Not because the place was a dive or anything, no, that wasn't the reason for her sudden burst of apprehension. The pub itself looks nice enough outside, more than nice enough really. The wide bay windows delicately bowed out to give the illusion of more spaciousness than perhaps it possessed. The elegantly crafted sign swinging with an almost old-worldly charm above the door, a charm added too with the faded and most likely original image of a rearing bear that gave the pub its name. The warm lights shining from the aforementioned windows creating a welcoming aspect. Which was sort of the problem. Given the welcoming reputation the pub's possessed, it was surely to be busy. And it was the thought of the assembled throng of people staring at her that gave Savannah pause. As was surely would happen when she stepped inside.

It was a thought that almost drove Savannah to head home that very second. Almost. For another thought was holding her here. Secretly, and despite her nerves, Savannah had been looking forward to tonight. Of course she was thrilled to be invited along to this regular fixture of the Glee Club even if she really wasn't much of a pub goer or a quizzer. But what really sealed the deal was that Peter was going to be there. While Savannah might not go so far as to say she was crushing on the cute canid, that very thought embarrassing even to think privately, she would cautiously admit to being a little smitten. Smitten enough to seize upon any chance to hang out with him anyway.

'Nice place huh?'

Savannah fought the urge not to jump as much as she willed her face not to break out in the rosy glow she had often caught it carrying whenever she thought about Peter. Perhaps an impossible ask since the object of her growing obsession was standing directly behind her.

'It..does look nice.' Savannah said, her fears about having to force her mouth to work to produce anything beyond muffled Whispers proving utterly false. Quite the reverse really. 'I must have walked past it dozens of times. Never really been inside though. Usually I'm hurrying to a class or a lecture or something.'

Listen to yourself girl, rambling on like that. That sudden unbidden thought brought Savannah's aptly described ramble to a screeching halt, sure that she had made herself look like a total dork in front of Peter. That thought becoming a worry that bounced around in her head until he smiled back shyly.

'You look nice too.' Peter cast his eyes down for a second as he said that, quickly raising them back up again in a possible effort to hide his shyness at saying that.

'You think so?' Savannah said, her heart swelling with genuine delight. Honestly, she hadn't been sure about the green summer dress Veronica had suggested as she unearthed it from her wardrobe. A few years back she would have worn it every chance she got, but then she had started to 'develop' as her mother had put it and suddenly the entirely modest dress seemed too low cut around her newly developed curves for her modesty. It had been that very thought Savannah had voiced the second Veronica had pulled it out.

'Won't it..make me look..easy?'

'Savannah...sweetie..' Veronica had said with a fond shake of her head. 'It's not exactly slutty. Hardly even risqureally. But what it will do is drive the guys buggy. Trust me. Now, get dressed and get out there.'

'Yeah..it's really cute.' Savannah couldn't help notice the rush those words came out as, but before she could consider the meaning behind that, Peter continued. 'Come on. Let's go in. The others will be waiting for us.'

Savannah found herself swept along as much by those words as in Peter's wake, perhaps staying a little closer to his side than was strictly necessary. But hey..it was crowded in here. Not like she wanted to be close to him or anything. It was a rationalisation that only succeeded in fooling Peter and Savannah herself, the pair getting a knowing glance from Jackie as she waved them over to a table at the back of the pub.

Savannah's earlier fears seemed unfounded, attracting barely a glance even as Jackie called them over with the barest hint of a grin on her face. Even if she and Peter hadn't been super tight friends for years, she would have easily recognised the shyly smitten expression on his face, the way he kept shooting fleeting glances at Savannah being a dead giveaway. And from the look of it, the feeling was mutual. She didn't know Savannah as well it's true, but the girl didn't so much wear her heart on her sleeve as wave it around for all to see.

Savannah for her part was oblivious to the looks Peter was giving her, too caught up in her delight at hanging out with her crush to notice that he might feel the same about her. After all, how could she know. They had only know each other for a few..well..days at best. Hours at worst. True, he seemed nice and had made her welcome into the Glee Club. But so had the others. Which didn't mean he liked her any differently than any of them. Savannah had always been a little out of her depth when I came to dating, never really having learned to pick up on the queues others could do so easily. And far too shy too make...

'Hey..you guys made it. Sit down, sit down. Can I get you two a drink?'

'Is that allowed? I mean..can we drink during the quiz?' Savannah began, caught a little off guard as distracted by her thoughts she had been she had missed them arriving at the table. 'I'd hate to break the rules. If there are rules. Well..of course there must be but...'

'Okay, take a breath Savannah.' Emily stood up from her seat at the edge of the table to drape an arm around the breathless girls shoulders. 'Come on. Sit down here.'

A little surprised by the unexpected show of affection which left Savannah blushing again, she slipped into the seat Emily had moved from, the other girl taking the empty seat to her left with Peter joining her on her right. 'Sorry...I've just never been to one of these before. I'd hate to let you guys down. I mean..if I don't know the answers.'

'Then you don't.' Emily said with a warm smile that certainly Savannah warmed Savannah up a little. 'That's okay. We are here to have fun. Oh..looks like we are starting.'

'But..aren't we waiting for Dolly?' Savannah asked, suddenly noticing her absence.

'She couldn't make it, prior engagement.' Emily shrugged. 'Family thing she said.'

'Oh yeah. I...what is she doing here?' Jackie muttered as a tall blonde with sleek curly hair flowing loosely around the shoulders of her red leather jacket that sat over her matching dress stepped up before the bar. Seemingly unaware of Jackie's hostile stare and the sudden rapt attention of every male in the place. For Cecilia was known throughout the campus. As the rising star of the swim team she had more than her fair share of admirers, as much for her swimming talent as the gorgeous figure she cut even if the demure school team bathing suit. In a bikini she was something else. Not that she wasn't stunning tonight, cutting quite a figure in the red dress that sat perfectly tight around her naturally full but not huge breasts.

'Good evening. Good evening. For those who don't know me, I'm Cecelia and...'

'Oh...they know who you are. Everyone knows you and your two friends. I bet that's a push up bra.' Jackie muttered to herself.

Savannah glanced curiously at Jackie, a bare second away from asking the question on her lips before she realised Cecelia was still talking. 'And I'd like very much to welcome back our two teams who had such a good contest in the first round. It's just a shame I wasn't there to see it. But I'm here now and as your guest host I would be remiss in my duties if I didn't make things more..interesting.'

Cecelia paused to let the excited ripple run around the room before she continued. 'I know many of you were disappointed by the cancelation of the annual charity Dareathon last week. But as you know, a certain piece of equipment wasn't quite ready. I know..I know. It's a shame. That's okay though. Because it's here tonight.'

The sudden peel of gasps and ripple of laughter only grew it pitch and tempo as with perfectly timed showmanship, Cecelia pointed to the curtain that had been hanging demurely beside the bar which dropped away perfectly on cue.

Even before it hit the floor, the pub was filled with another bout of laughter and gasps, one of which was Savannah's. She really couldn't help it as she saw the tall four-sided Perspex box standing before her, it's shape and purpose instantly recognisable from the dozens of tv shows from her youth.

'Yes indeed...our very on Gunge tank. So how does this work you ask? Well..I bet I know what you are thinking. That the loosing team from the quiz ends up in here, right?' Cecilia nodded towards the tank for emphasis before continuing. 'Well..I thought about that but that's so cliched. So my good friend Tommy here..' she paused to indicate the young man standing a few feet away from the tank. '..will be collecting names from you all to be entered into a raffle where one lucky patron will get to test our tank. Which doesn't mean our contestants are safe of course, for we have lots more Gunge and gunk and messy stuff than we could fit in the tank, which...shall we say...should make interesting 'rewards' for those who get a question wrong. On that note, since I'm going to be asking the questions and hate to get my hands dirty..or the rest of me...I'm going to need a volunteer from the audience to help me out with that. How about..you..the cute puppy over there.'

'Huh? Me?' Peter replied quickly, his cheeks burning a little as he felt all eyes turn towards him. 'But..I'm on the Glee Club Team.'

'Oh..I know.' Cecelia replied with a cool smile. 'But your opponents only have a team of three. It wouldn't really be fair would it, to let them play at a disadvantage. So let's give a big hand for our volunteer.'

Seeing the shrug from Jackie and the encouraging nod from Savannah, Peter made his way up to join Cecelia at the bar. At least, Savannah hoped that encouraging was what she had managed to convey when in truth excitement was more the feeling she was well..feeling. Conflicted excitement anyway. While she had a feeling she was soon about to be gunged...again..somehow it almost felt exciting thinking about Peter being the one to coat her in whatever disgusting slop awaited her. Not that Savannah had time to think about the real meaning behind those feelings as the three remaining girls were directed to the back of the pub where six small plastic chairs waited, two of them set apart from the others.

'Right...' Cecelia announced from her position in front of the impromptu stage. 'I think it's only fair that the two team captains lead by example, so Jackie, Mindy..would you take a seat here please.'

'Does Jackie know her?' Savannah asked as the brunette who had led the other team up here took the right hand seat, throwing a cool glance at Jackie.

'We all do.' Emily sighed. 'They are our nemesises. Our rivals. We always end up competing for the quiz cup. That's Mindy up there as Cecelia said. And her two cronies are Salli and Opal.'

'I see.' Savannah moved her gaze from the pair of blondes with similarly long hair only differentiated by how Opal kept her bangs held back by a delicate silver clip. At least they hadn't dressed the same, Salli having gone for an outfit of pink hoody over black skinny jeans, while Opal looked casually stunning in a flowing blue almost decadently short skirt beneath a light purple blouse. Mindy herself was daringly decked out in tank top and mini skirt of matching dark green. A skirt barely long enough to hide her panties as she sat down. Determined not to let the somewhat negative impression of the three girls cloud her judgement without getting to know them, Savannah graced Salli with a warm smile as she glanced in her direction; getting only a cool stare back for her efforts.

'Right..the rules are simple.' Cecelia said, either oblivious to the tension between the two groups or just ignoring it. 'I ask alternating questions to each team and only the two girls not seated before me can answer. You cannot confer and I must take your first answer. A correct answer earns you one point while a wrong answer earns you something very different. Any questions? No..good thing I have them then.' Cecelia pulled a stack of thin cards from inside her jacket. 'Let's get going. Round 1 is General Knowledge.'

Savannah felt her spirits buoyed by that a little, surely such a broad topic meant she was more likely to be able to answer some questions without making an utter fool of herself. That didn't stop her palms from sweating a little as Cecelia cleared her throat to ask the first question.

'Mindy..this one is for your team. Charles Dickens features on which English Banknote?'

'Easy.' Opal said with a grin that could only be called smug. 'A £10 note.'

'Correct.' Cecelia said, as the two blondes high-fived behind her back, obviously enjoying having already gotten one up on their opponents. A celebration that drew a scowl from Emily even as Cecelia turned towards her and Susannah.

'The Good Wife, running from 2009 to 2016 starred which actress?'

'Juliana Marquiles.' Savannah released as an excited squeak that bubbled out before she even thought to check if Emily was preparing to answer. An oversight that made her quickly glance st her teammate only to beam shyly as Emily clapped her softly on the shoulder in an unspoken 'well done' that warmed her from her ears right down to her toes.

'The Whitbread Book award became known as what in 2006 when they changed to a new sponsor.' Again Cecelia moved on without pause to acknowledge the silent celebration, the only pause coming as she waited for an answer. And Savannah couldn't blame Salli or Opal from pausing here, for even she was wracking her brains over this one, sure that the answer was in there somewhere.

'Ermm...it's..oh..The Costa Book Awards.' Opal cried out gleefully, much to the dismay of Emily and Jackie alike. Clearly both girls had been sure that Mindy was on her way to her first gunging of the evening and were similarly disheartened that it hadn't come to pass. Savannah meanwhile was wrestling with a fresh set of nerves, almost consumed with her private worries about messing up the next question and earning the first punishment for Jackie.

'What is the name for a word, phrase, or sequence that reads the same backwards as it does forwards.'

'P..palindrome.' Savannah blurted out breathlessly , almost tripping over her tongue in her relief at being able to get the right answer again and save her friend from what was no doubt likely to be a humiliating gunging.

'Correct.' Cecelia said with a chuckle. 'Take a breath though sweetie or I might have to send cute Peter over to give you the kiss of life.'

Her ears flaring red hot from the subtle laughter that followed Cecelia's teasing joke and the sudden blush inducing idea of Peter kissing her, Savannah tucked her hands into her lap and hung her head shyly even as Cecelia asked the next question.

'Hibernia was the Roman Name for which area of the United Kingdom?'

Savanah raised her head at that question, sure that neither Opal or Salli would be able to get this one right. After all, even she didn't know the answer to that, history never having been that strong a subject of hers. Given the confused and slightly worried looks the two blondes shared her guess was right on the money. Still..those doubts didn't stop Opal taking a guess at an answer, which after all she did have a one in four chance of being right.
'Scotland?' The sheer questioning inflection Opal placed upon that spoke volumes as to how likely she thought that answer was to be correct, a worry mirrored upon the expressions of both her teammates.'

'Scotland is..incorrect.' Cecelia said with unashamed and poorly concealed glee. 'Ireland is the right answer. And your answer was wrong, very wrong. And you know what that means. Peter, if you would be so kind. No..not that kind. Got for that one.'

Mindy's head spun around behind, her sudden movement not being quick enough to see Peter reaching for bucket just to his left before Cecelia directed him to one at the far right of the assembled buckets. Given the difference in angles what with the assembled quizzers still being seated it was likely that only Peter and Cecelia knew what the bucket he had been directed towards contained; the six girls and the rest of the audience waiting with baited breath to see exactly what fate would befall the clearly anxious Mindy.

Still it was her breath that was actually stolen as Peter upended the bucket quickly to send the clammy creamy white porridge tumbling down upon her. You could forgive him for being eager, the excitement of the moment running away with him. But Mindy might have been less forgiving at her sudden gunging as squirmed in pure disgust at the icky cold slop she was being subjected too, Jackie cackled in obvious mirth while the porridge continued to lump and splatter over her head. Still the heavy splatter did nothing to stop Mindy raising her head to fix Jackie with a death glare that lost none of its potency as the last of the porridge slapped heavily onto her neck and shoulders with a cloying splat.

'Laugh it up. You'll be getting yours soon enough.'

'Maybe.' Jackie shrugged. 'But that made it all worthwhile.'

'Can I continue?' Cecelia cut over the growing bickering. 'Thank you. Let's continue. And maybe this time we can not have a British question. I'm starting to think someone just cracked open a copy of the Encyclopaedia..ahh...that's better. Which female artist had the best selling album of 2016 with "Lemonade"?'

Savannah's gaze instantly swung towards Emily for this one, only to see that her friend had no more idea to the answer than she did.

'Going to have to hurry you for an answer ladies.' Cecelia said in a tone that was anything but hurried.

'Ummm...Katy Perry?' Emily ventured, knowing that wasn't right. A supposition backed up by Jackie's groan of complaint and the joint crow of triumph from Mindy's team.

'You know that's not right, don't you.' Cecelia replied. 'Beyoncwas the answer. So that means it's your turn to get messy Jackie. And you'll soon wish it was lemonade we were about to pour over you. Let her have it Peter.'

Savannah wasn't the only one who visibly recoiled as Jackie was rapidly drenched in runny tomato juice which still left her hair plastered with chunks of whole tomato not rendered down by the chopping process. And Jackie was drenched, her whole outfit soaked as her hair, the red liquid seeping into her shirt which was already going slightly transparent as the remnants of what must have been ten cans of finest chopped tomatoes dribbled down her back.

'That was low.' Jackie scowled, futilely trying to scrape tomato chunks out of her hair before quickly giving up to sag back with a defeated sigh.

'About as low as your neckline.' Cecelia chucked while Jackie hastily tugged at the top of her sodden shirt that had been inching down her boobs by the weight of the liquid it had absorbed. 'Atta girl. Let's keep this family friendly shall we. Now..where were we. Oh..maybe we aren't done with the British questions yet. In 1990 which British city was named European Capital of Culture?'

Savannah was about half a second away from answering that herself when Salli's confidant reply
reminded her it wasn't her question yet. 'Easy. England.'

'Yes..that was easy.' Cecelia nodded. 'Shame it wasn't right though. Glasgow was the answer you wanted I'm afraid. So..let's give Mindy something to go with that porridge, shall we?'

Given the way Mindy glared at Cecelia she wasn't entirely thrilled by that idea, hands almost instinctively raised to protect her still mostly clean hair. There was absolutely nothing she could do to protect against the slosh of cloying black treacle unleashed upon her, the gooey mess plastering her hands to her hair as her head and shoulders were consumed by it. The sheer sight of the huge wave of black gunk sweeping over her hair despite her frantic shrieks and efforts to stop it drew amused chuckles and soft guffaws from the audience, to say nothing of Jackie who was cracking up at the sight of her nemesis utterly and horrifically slimed. Savannah for her part was shocked, almost feeling sorry for Mindy. That would take forever to get out of her hair. Yet more distracting was the shy almost guiltily pleased look on Peter's face, seemingly torn between enjoying the view before him and feeling he shouldn't be.

'And we come to the last question of the round.' Cecelia said drawing the attention of the crowd back to her. 'Get this one right and Jackie's team will pull ahead by one point. So..here we go. The Crucible' set in 17th century Salem Massachusetts was written by which playwright?'

'Errrr..Tennessee Williams.' Emily tentatively suggested, having seen the shrug from Savannah. While Emily wasn't exactly a bookworm she did like to read but her interests were drawn more to thrillers than plays, so this was a complete stab in the dark.

'Close. Actually..no..it wasn't.' Cecelia chuckled. 'Arthur Miller wrote that one. That's okay though. I didn't know that either. Much prefer a good cheesy romance novel. Speaking of cheesy, you know what to do Peter.'

Hearing those words, Jackie cringed and hunched down in her seat, fully expecting another dousing of something wet and splashy. So you could understand her shock as Peter with the SMS eagerness he had shown earlier upended his bucket and she was hit by warm, gooey, stringy even and certainly thick cheese sauce mixed in with something lumpy that she would later discover was macaroni, the sticky sauce claiming her head in one glorious surge of bright yellow that continued cruelly down over her shoulders.'

'And that's round one.' Cecelia said with a chuckle, her eyes along with everyone else's fixed on the utterly slimed Jackie trying to scrape cheese out of her hair, with about ad much success as Mindy was having to untangle her treacled locks. 'Let's take a quick break and get on with round two.'

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Savannah now sat where Jackie had scant moments ago, her teammate now having taken her seat where she sat still covered in congealed cheese that did look like it would take some cleaning indeed. Opposite her sat Opal who seemed almost excited to be occupying the same chair that had condemned her friend to a similarly messy fate. Cheerful she seemed too, shooting Savannah a genuinely warm smile and blowing her a friendly kiss that seemed utterly at odds with Salli's cool reaction earlier. Still Savannah managed a shy wave of her own, her hand nervously passed over her hair. Nervously in an excited sort of way. If she was being honest, she didn't mind the idea of being gunged by Peter but she couldn't help being a little worried about what mess she herself might receive.

Nerves that only increased as Cecelia moved to stand between them, silently announcing the start of the next round. Secretly she was as excited about this round as both girls before her are. She had taken an almost vicarious thrill from seeing Jackie gunged, the two of them never having seen eye to eye so it had felt good putting her in her place a little. But she held no such ill will towards Savannah or Opal, almost eagerly imagining how cute both girls would look dripping in the mess she had waiting for them. Hoping she didn't look as flustered as she felt, Cecelia flourished the first question as a hush fell over the room.

'Round 2..Popular Culture..Mindy..Salli..this one is for you. Which cult tv show from the 1990's featured David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson?'

'The X-files.' Salli said quickly, drawing a playful pout from Opal who had clearly been eager to receive her first gunging despite the fact it would have put her team behind.

'Well...I think it's a good thing Opal isn't answering these questions or she might just fluff the whole round to get messy. Remember you are trying to win Opal.'

'Yeah..but can't I have a little fun along the way?' Opal pouted again, adjusting her top with a not so subtle motion that made Savannah blush as her boobs jiggled a little.

'I guess that's down to your team.' Cecelia shrugged. 'Which popular American TV comedy followed the lives of Jay Pritchett and his family?'

Savannah fought to stop her eyes flicking to where Peter stood between the collection of buckets, silently wondering if Jackie or Emily had any more clue to the right answer than she did. While she loved cartoons, she was more a Disney girl.


'Modern Family.' Jackie said with a confidence that quickly faded as Cecelia shook her head.

'American Dad. Close, but not right. Opal, you might want to watch this.'

Hands now clasped in her lap, Savannah's eyes locked on the grinning blonde opposite, her eyes wide with almost shocked delight. Had she turned around she would have seen what Opal saw, namely Peter struggling to lift a huge bucket maybe twice as big as any of the others. The first she knew of it though was when a huge rush of custard utterly enveloped her head.


In truth, Peter hadn't meant to do that. His earlier excitement about getting these cute girls messy having faded a little, he had planned to...savour gunging Savannah a little. But the bucket had proved so heavy it had been all he could do to hang onto it, leaving Savannah at the mercy of the huge rush of the sweet liquid. Only when half the bucket had emptied to leave Savannah dripping from head to waist in bright yellow gunk could he slow it down a little; directing the remainder of the bucket to fully cover her head and shoulders. As well as making sure more than a little trickled over her breasts. The once bright green dress was now submerged in a wash of yellow, sticking close to Savannah's skin which was likely the only thing stopping it from being pulled from her body by the weight of the deluge. Still..Peter couldn't help noticing how it hugged her curves and her perky breasts, something that no doubt went a long way to explain the bulge in his thankfully loose trousers.

Leaving Savannah to shyly brush still oozing custard from her face, Cecelia turned back to Opal who was obviously a little aroused herself, though wether from seeing Savannah gunged or thinking about that happening to her Cecelia had no clue.
'In which city were the 2016 Summer Olympics held?'

'Umm...Paris?' Salli suggested tentatively.

'Nope..Brazil.' Opal called out with a broad grin. 'Give it to me, Peter honey.'

'You could try to act like you didn't...oh, who am I kidding. Go on Peter.'

Peter was more than willing to do that, wasting no time in grabbing and pouring a bucket filled to the brim with sticky apple sauce. Now...it might not have been what Opal was expecting, but that didn't stop her enjoying the mushy sweet cascade, letting it play over her head before leaning back to let her chest and torso take the rest. And she didn't stop there either, her hands squishing the mess against her breasts the second Peter lowered the bucket, one last splat flowing down her stomach to ooze down over the skirt folded delicately between her slightly spread legs.

'Mmmm....yummy.' Opal teased, licking a little of the sauce from her lips. 'Can Savannah give me one too?'

'I'm afraid we don't have time for that.' Cecelia cleared her throat pointedly, winning another playful pout from Opal. 'The Character of Jar Jar Binks appears first in which Star Wars movie?'

'The Phantom Menace.' Jackie said firmly.

'Correct.' Cecelia said over the mutual look of disappointment on Opal and Peter's faces. 'Johnathon Price played which character in the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie.'

'Captain Blackbeard?' Mindy answered to a chuckle from Opal, knowing full well that she was not a fan of the films at all; gleefully awaiting the consequences of that.

'You know that's wrong, don't you?' Cecelia replied with an almost sympathetic nod. 'Still..at least someone is happy. Let her have it.'

Opal did indeed seem happy as Peter raised and tipped the bucket swiftly towards her; at least until her head vanished under the deep red ketchup it contained; the rich sauce clinging to and utterly sliming her hair as she submitted to this second glorious forfeit until she emerged 30 seconds later looking like a stunningly messy retake of a certain horror movie, her face and hair covered in the glistening red sauce with her eyes glinting beneath in her excitement.

'Well..Opal seems to have gotten the lion's share this time.' Cecelia remarked, watching as Opal slicked her sauce drenched hair back over her head, seemingly unconcerned by the slop dripping down her torso and arms. 'Can you keep Savannah's lucky streak going?'

Savannah wasn't really sure she was that lucky, having only taken one forfeit and she was arguably as messy as Opal was. Still..at least her team was in the lead, so that had to be something.

'Who won the 2016 Best Actor at the Oscars?'

'Leonardo DiCaprio.' Jackie and Emily answered that one at the same time, almost as quickly as Savannah would have done, that speed as much as that they had just earned another point no doubt the reason Mindy was scowling at them, looking surprisingly intimidating despite her still clinging coating of treacle.

'Bravo.' Cecelia replied. 'In the movie Ice Age, what is the name of the woolly mammoth character?'

'Oh..it's Mammy.' Salli replied with a steady confidence perhaps not backed up by having only seen the film once.

'Close..it's Manny.' Cecelia answered, nodding to Peter who had already picked up his next bucket. Actually he had already chosen this one just in case Savannah got her question wrong and it seemed too good to waste so without warning he tipped the perfectly smooth and utterly clammy and creamy load of chicken soup all over the eager Opal. She still squealed of course, yet there was no denying it was a squeal of delight as the cold mess rained down on her, further adding to the mess clinging to her hair and increasingly damp clothing, her skirt pressed right up against her panties as the soup worked its way down her body.

'Alright. Final question.' Cecelia said quickly. 'Who topped the charts for 14 consecutive weeks in 2015 with Uptown Funk?'

'Mark Ronson.' Emily said with a triumphant grin.

'Correct.' Cecelia nodded. 'Well..that changed everything didn't it? Both teams started this round with two points each. But now Mindy's team have 3 points while Jackie's team has steamed ahead with 5 points. So we will take another quick break before we get to the last round.

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'Well..we are doing well.' Emily said smugly from her teams table, getting her almost stern glances from Savannah and Jackie.

'Well..maybe that's because you haven't been gunged yet.' Jackie retorted playfully. 'I hope we get a few hard questions next so you get your turn.'

'About that..if you ladies will excuse me..I need to talk to someone.'

Ignoring the stares she felt on her retreating back, Emily sauntered over to the slender black haired youth leaning on the bar with a small coke in his hand.

'Hi Tommy.' Emily whispered sweetly, as sweetly as she laid a hand on his arm. Despite all her softness the shy young man still tensed up a little despite the small smile on his face. 'So..you have been helping Cecelia arrange things tonight, hmmm?'

'Well..just a little.' Tommy replied, his voice betraying the sweet shyness it always did around Emily, one of many girls he never felt brave enough to talk too but one who seemed to make time for him. 'Just taking people's names for the gunging draw later.'

'I had a feeling.' Emily pressed her moment, laying on the charm as she sidled closer. 'That needs someone with some tact to do that. Something Cecelia couldn't do. But could I ask a teeny weeny little favour? Could you leave my name out of it? I mean..have you seen this cute outfit? I'd hate to ruin it with all that gloppy Gunge.'

'Well..I could but I...' Tommy began.

'Oh..of course..how silly of me.' Emily replied with a understanding smile that was purely genuine. 'You want to see me gunged in it. Of course you do. Well...I'll tell you what. You take my name out of the pile tonight and later you alone can get to see me gunged in it wearing whatever you want. As much as you want..or as little as you want.'
'You..really?' Tommy whispered, unable to contain his obvious excitement about that idea. 'Okay..yeah..sure. Leave that with me.'

'Thanks Tommy. You're a pal.' Emily whispered back, placing a soft kiss on his cheek before hurrying back to the table.

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'Glad you could rejoin us.' Cecelia said almost waspishly as Emily took her place next to Salli in between the depleted but still numerous pile of buckets. 'This final round is on educational questions. Pretty much anything you studied in school is fair game.'

Given the sudden almost imperceptible grimace on her face Salli didn't exactly like the sound of that but she mostly betrayed no emotion as Cecelia pulled out the final set of questions.

'Emily..this one is for your team. Entomology is the science that studies...'

'Insects.' Savannah called out quickly.

'Correct.' Cecelia nodded. 'What name is given to the layer between the earth's crust and outer core?'

'Mantle.' Mindy matched Savannah's speed easily and smugly.

'What name is given to an ion with fewer electrons than protons, which gives it a positive charge?'

'Cation.' Savannah replied, getting a stunned look from Mindy who had no idea to that one herself.

'On which island was Napoleon born?' Cecelia asked.

'Ummmm....France?' Opal offered hesitantly.

'That's more a country than an island.' Cecelia commented. 'Corsica is what you wanted. Still...too bad.'

It certainly was too bad for Salli who barely had time to glance nervously at Peter before he upended the bucket of custard over her head. While it was nowhere as big as the one Savannah received there was still plenty to utterly trash her pristine hair, those gorgeous blonde locks taking the worst of it while the rest splashed down onto her legs and trickled down to her shoes. Shivering from the cool touch surrounding her Salli slicked back her hair only for the continuing pour to slap it down over her eyes again.

'Don't you look yummy.' Cecelia chuckled before moving on, the audience's laughter still ringing in Salli's ears, the soft embarrassment of the witness to her humiliation stealing her tongue. 'What is the official language in Kosovo?'

'Albanian.' This time it was Jackie who answered, getting her answer out a second before Savannah could.

'Correct.' Cecelia replied. 'Who was the wife of Othello?'

'Desdemuna.' Opal answered quickly.

'Desdemona.' Cecelia corrected with a slight grin. 'Good try though. I hope you are ready for this.'

There was no way she could be. The feeling of the richly thick sludge black sludge that turned out to be marmite watered down into a sticky paste was indescribably icky, to say nothing of the deep pungent smell. Given the thickness it didn't splash but ooze with steady menace, allowing Peter to guide the cloying sludge all over her head to utterly ruin her already trashed do. Gravity did the rest, pulling it down over her shoulders to caress her back and front with its sticky embrace. Salli shuddered in obvious disgust, that ripple of emotion not disguised by the hair once again plastered over her face.

'Who said "I think therefore I am?"' Cecelia pressed on without making further comment, Salli's allowing an wry smile to cross her lips as she took her icky gunging in good humour, clearing the gunk from her eyes to shake her head at the oddity of the whole situation.

'Descartes.' Savanah blurted out, much to Emily's continued delight as she sat smugly clean and untarnished in contrast to the utter state that was Salli.

'Correct. And here is the last question.' Emily clapped her hands at that while Salli pouted a little, crossing her arms as she realised Emily had gotten away completely unslimed while she had been completely trashed. 'Hopefully your team can get this one right Salli. Name for me please all the Nobel Gases.'

'Umm...Argon..' Mindy started, her list quickly added to by Opal. 'Xeon..Oxygen?'

'No. Not Oxygen.' Cecelia said firmly, cutting them both off. 'I have to take your first answer which means you loose the point and send Salli out on a high note. Sorry Salli.'

'Not like it can be much worse.' Salli shrugged, tugging at a strand of her gummy hair. 'Let's just...ahhhh.'

That shriek came as Peter unceremoniously dumped the huge bucket load of beans right over her head, the thin orange sauce flung in all directions even as it washed over her suddenly dipped body. Caught in the wave of thin slimey juice and decorated with the lumpy cascade of the beans themselves Salli sat hunched and shivering slightly until she was sure Peter was done, only raising her head when she heard the thunk of the bucket being placed down. Salli was now a vision in orange, dripping in the vibrant juice and with beans still clinging to her hair and front.

'Well..that could have been worse.' Salli shrugged.

'Indeed.' Cecelia said with a blatant smirk. 'And that Stella performance from Jackie's team means they are securely our winners and one step closer to the Quiz cup. Still..I'm sure these two teams will meet again in what is sure to be a serious grudge match.'

'Great.' Salli said with a sigh. 'Can I go and get a shower now? I really want to get cleaned up.'

'Not yet.' Cecelia said with obvious relish. 'For we still have one item of business. For someone here will soon be getting a shower in our Gunge tank. Tommy, do you have the names?'

'Right here.' Tommy called from the back before hurrying to the front with a baseball cap brimming with little squares of paper in his hands, one that he passed to Cecelia before retreating back to the bar.

'Thank you.' Cecelia said as he left, moving to the rear of the room to stand by the Gunge tank which waited eagerly for its victim. 'Now..one name in here is in for the experience of a lifetime. So I won't keep you waiting. Our lucky winner is..Emily. Come up here.'

Emily for her part didn't move a muscle, except to twist her head to see who was the unlucky other Emily to have been singled out. So you can imagine her surprise when Cecelia beckoned unmistakably in her direction. 'That's right, its you Emily. So come on up.'

Flicking a stunned glance at Tommy who shrugged in confusion, Emily advanced towards Cecelia who was grinning like a Cheshire Cat. And well she might. Unknown to Emily she had caught the conversation between Tommy and Emily. Not close enough to hear what was being said but she had taken an educated guess as to what she was asking. Which was why when she called Tommy over all she had to do was palm the scrap of paper in her pocket with Emily's name on it, slip it in her closed fist into the hat, make a show of rooting around inside it before pulling her hand out with the pre-chosen slip still clasped in it. Now..Emily might not have worked out exactly what trick she pulled but her narrowed eyes told her she had worked out that something fishy was going on. But how could she say anything without revealing her own deception. Surely it was that logic that prompted her to step inside the tank that Cecelia held open for her, placing herself boldly beneath the wide nozzle over her head. One that was easily as wide as her head.

Cecelia for her part made a show of moving to close the door, only to stop with a thoughtful smile. 'You know..that really is a lot of Gunge up there. Gallons of it really. Seems almost a shame to waste it on just one person. And I think there is one person here who has kinda gotten away cleaner than she should. So..Savannah..want to come up here and join your teammate in the tank?'

Despite having somehow figured that might be where this was going, Savannah couldn't contain her squeak of shock even as she stood with shyly shaking legs. She could have said no of course, but the eyes of the audience on her and the soft almost encouraging round of applause somehow stole that choice and she found her feet carrying her towards the tank that Cecelia gently ushered her into with a soft pat on her back. Only once Savannah was properly inside and had shuffled next to Emily under the nozzle did Cecelia swing the door shut with a clack as the latch engaged.

'You all ready for this?' Cecelia called out to the audience as she grabbed the sturdy blue cord attached to the top of the tank that surely would release the Gunge over the hapless girls.' Yes? Good. Then give me a count down from five.'

Savannah shuffled nervously, flicking her eyes to the top of the tank then back down again, hearing the muffled yet still obviously eager countdown from the audience.


'Three...two...one.' On one Cecelia gleefully tugged on the cord. For a second nothing happened...then the closed chamber exploded with Gunge. With a rush all the pent up liquid surged down the tube, instantly coating both girls in thick purple Gunge. There really was nothing they could do, crammed into the tight container there was no where really to move to escape it. Emily tried of course, shuffling back as far as she could against the hard plastic surround but those few inches spared her nothing from the slimey release that continued to pour down her body. Savannah fared no better even with her hands thrown around her head, the thick ooze seeping under her clenched fingers to slime her as effectively as her new friend. Down and down it poured, unceasingly slathering more and more Gunge over both girls until they were utterly and horrifically coated with no inch of them spared. Any trace of either their true colours or the colour of the custard that still clung to Savannah had been lost, both girls now a dripping mass of purple much to the joy of the watching audience and the satisfaction of the onlooking Cecelia.

'Yup. I'd say that works. So I do t seen any reason not to use it again. I'm sure you won't have seen the last of this.' Cecelia chucked, eyeing the glaring Emily who stuck her tongue out almost in defiance of the last surge of Gunge pouring over both girls, thier clothes and hair completely drenched now and slick with slime. 'Just as I'm sure I haven't heard the last of this. Goodnight.'



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both part of my Greenwood series and something of an interlude as well. Not meant to be taken that seriously, just a bit of fun and character experimentation. Either way I'm hoping you guys enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

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