<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Andale Mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/7d/e2/927de217484b4870a693efc579df1c0c.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> James Richards (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12801550#msg12801550)<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | C.E.O. of Fhloston Inc.<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3 | 11 p.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> All Black Everything (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/7d/e2/927de217484b4870a693efc579df1c0c.jpg) <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 1</strong> Caroline Wafford, Amor Ocampo, Aiden Jones, Hailee Spencer <strong>Mentioning:</strong> Not Applicable<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not Applicable </span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">“I should spank my naughty assistant down for trying to keep this classic game from garnering my attention.” James announced his presence on the other side of the kitchen, voice deep with faint traces of his southern upbringing. In his hand, he held an open bottle of beer, one which he brought to his mouth for a deep swig of its contents. He moved from where he leaned against the wall and walked purposefully over to where the group was seated around a table.<br/><br/>Out of everyone assigned to the little group, he suspected Aiden might dislike his intrusion most of all. James knew it was nothing personal as the men did not have much of a history with one another. However, he understood his presence ruined a would-be fantasy turned real. <br/><br/>His gaze roamed across the women within the group. All of them were stunning. He noticed each of them a little more in the past day or so upon the island. Amor teased him unconsciously each time she frolicked through the sand with her friends. Hailee’s pretty mouth tempted him to imagine how she appear when pleasure rippled through her entire body while Caroline’s breasts deserved to be worshiped and adorned in bite marks. <br/><br/>Aiden wasn’t bad looking either. <br/><br/>He did not bother sitting down. Instead, he glanced over towards the nearby and vacant living room. It seemed more suited for this type of game rather than his kitchen. At least then there would not be an entire table in between them and everyone would have a clear view of each other without obstruction. “Before we get started, I vote we move this party to the living room unless someone really wants to remain in the kitchen.” <br/><br/>If they chose to remain, he would not complain about it. Either way, he was ready when Amor decided to be the sacrificial lamb and volunteer herself. <br/><br/>“Describe the first time you ate CJ out.” He did not hold back, leveling her with an intense stare, as he waited for her to answer his question. James saw no point in wasting his time with light questions when he had the opportunity to learn somewhat valuable information. <br/></span>