Hannah nodded politely at Amy, but sighed gently as the newcomer returned to the group. She raised the glass in hand to her lips, allowing but a trickle of the rather sickly liquid to pass through her lips before she wrinkled her nose with discomfort, just a little. Hannah almost never drank, and she hardly saw the drawback as the horrible fluid slipped down her throat.<br/><br/>Hannah slowly trailed up behind amy, just drawing up to the group, standing out of the way, hopefully unnoticed by prying eyes as she took another sip. Truth or dare. That seemed fairly self explanatory, but Hannah would have to admit that she'd never played it before. It still struck her as mysterious that the group was even assembled here. This had to be an incredibly random choice, but did anyone even know anybody else? What were the odds? Hannah pushed the thought aside as she shuffled forward into the gathering, a cursory glance to the side seeing that her bag and its contents remained unscathed.<br/><br/>She stood idly in close proximity, awaiting the 'fun'. Should she choose truth? Or dare?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>