After a short moment spent glancing across the gathered group of fun-seeking gals, Heather turned back around to face her true love, her own reflection in the mirror. Spoiled by fame at a young age, vanity was a sin she was guilty of committing frequently. No one could have really blamed her though. While some enjoyed emptying the little bottles in the fridge, some could very well kill some time preening herself a little.<br/><br/>“No one would jump off a cliff because someone told so, dear.” Despite her apparent mockery, the opposition to the idea proposed by her was understandable. “All right. No tasks then.” Heather pulled her offer back. After all, if people were already thinking about the possibility of being ordered to perform a task that would greatly disturb their comfort zone, instead of trusting the others players’ judgement about what would be too much, then it wouldn’t be a good idea to implement a dare into the game. Similar to how a game of Truth or Dare didn’t have such a concern. But again, those were played among friends who knew each other to a degree, and in that case, it was the player who chose to be dared by another anyway.<br/><br/>“The fooler, if I may say so, can just wear an article of clothing back.” Heather presented a safer option instead, since she thought having an official right of veto would diminish the effect, for her anyway. Other than that, people seemed to be interested in participating the flight assistant’s game, and willing to take the oath of honesty, when they were expected to be honest, of course.<br/><br/>“Yeah, yeah. Help me god. Forgive me, for my arm is not that long.” Heather leaned in closer to the mirror, not taking the steps necessary to place her hand on top of others. “I can promise though.” Using one finger, she did some adjustments to her lipstick, although it looked quite even anyway. “I wouldn’t shy away from undressing myself.” It had been quite a while since she conquered stage fright. “Or you for that matter.” She suggested.<br/><br/>Being the one who suggested the game in the first place, it made sense, for the jolly airhostess to start the game off. Heather didn’t really mind who told the first story of the night. If asked, she wouldn’t have minded doing it herself as well. “Well. Go on, sister.” Heather turned on her bum, ready to listen to Jeanette Meadows’ diary.