Molly smiled apologetically at Connie for having in a way ruined her story of the presumably rather debauched trade secret shared byt a group of Airline hostesses in Bangkok. It was funny though how most party games almost always seems to have been invented by someone else and yet for each of them there must have been a first time, a first time a group of high school friends spun a bottle at a sleepover or a party and used it to have their first kisses and gropes, a first time when someone chose truth and answered a presumably embarrassing question or took a leap of courage and chose dare, possibly in the hope of getting a bit of first or second base action out of it, a first time for someone to have spoken the words Never Have I Ever in the context of getting their friends to drink and reveal an embarrassing truth about themselves. She wondered if the inventors of either of these party games could be actually be determined. It was probably as impossible a task as finding the origin of a certain joke or any number of urban myths. Or even which of them had come first.<br/><br/>The one time she had played the mentioned game had been at a house party at university when someone had first suggested a strip version of Two Truths and a Lie and someone else had started explaining the rules of Bull or Bare to the group of highly inebriated students gathered around the dorm's common area. It had been decided to give the game a try and some hours later when all clothes had been removed a game of Truth or Dare had been added to it, instead of just stripping the loser of each round had been given the choice and Molly knew that at least one virginity had been lost that night, not her own though, that was long gone by that time.<br/><br/>Despite already starting to feel the effects of the drinks she had had that evening she got up and raided the fridge again while letting Connie lay out the rules of the game the way she and her colleagues had played it. She also watched Heather, seemingly disinterested apply a bit more make up than a night in a hotel room with three strangers might call for but she supposed that being a semi-famous actress she was naturally concerned with her image and how she presented herself. Although, Molly had a feeling that as the night progressed Heather would let her guard down and reveal herself to them in a way she might not have revealed herself to anyone in quite some time.<br/><br/>She nodded at Connie and mentioned that even among friends a game like this would have to be based on the honour system, if a story was untrue then the one who told it must admit as much and also that the other players must accept the veracity of that reveal, just as they must accept it as true if the storyteller claimed it was. She then squatted down close enough to Connie to put her hand in but before she began repeating the oath she gave Heather a chance to voice her concern regarding the fact that a true story would have the same effect on the other three as a false one and it was a concern she agreed with. She then looked up at Heather who still remained on her bed and smiled.<br/>"I assume there will have to be rules and limitations as to what these imposed tasks can or should consist of," she said and looked from Heather to Connie and then to Riley.<br/>To ask someone to perform an embarrassing task was one thing but there was a line between embarrassment and humiliation that she didn't want to see being crossed. And as she was sure the other three already knew, every person had their own limits for how far they would go in such a situation.<br/>"Perhaps a rule of veto, where the one asked to do a task they feel would be humiliating to them, or result in a humiliating reaction from the others, can refuse and ask for another task to perform?"