The circle dispersed, people locking eyes with their friends across the circle and gravitating toward them. Ian idly shifted his weight from one leg to the other, clasping his hands loosely behind him as he watched people find their partners. He supposed he'd guaranteed himself a dry choice of partners at best when he went and pissed off the theater nerds. He almost wished that Darren was with him but no. He wouldn't wish this on anyone else.<br/><br/>The tall, high-maintenance girl from before caught his attention. She looked at him expectantly and psychology majors were generally good at picking up hints. He walked the small stretch of stage in a few long strides, offering her a smile before he approached. "Emmeline, right?" he asked, shoving his hands down into his pockets. People still shuffled around them, but it wasn't long before Professor Dorsey was calling for them to settle into their pairs.<br/><br/>"Everybody's played this game before," Dorsey insisted, walking around to make sure everyone was partnered up and that no one was left out. "You're going to come up with two truths and a lie about yourself, and your partner is going to try and guess which one is the lie. Don't let them figure it out! Really bring those improv skills out and try to keep them guessing!"<br/><br/>Ian looked from the professor to Emmeline. He supposed they were partners then. "I guess I'll go first?" he suggested. Two truths and a lie? Was it inappropriate to tell your partner that you often fantasize about your sister when you're having sex with a girl after you've spiked her drink? Or that you would probably do the same to her if you both were in any other situation? Probably. Iam did what the professor said and<span style="font-style: italic">improvised,</span><br/><br/>"I have a younger sister named Abigail." True. "I believe that romantic comedies are the devil." True. "And I'm a serial killer." Also true.