At the mention of throwing pants, Melody's eyes darted down to them. She did blush. But it took loner than it should of. And really she was blushing not so much at the image but at the fact that she hadn't blushed sooner. And then the questions came back to her. That pattern felt correct in her head and she had been expecting it. But she still wasn't ready. She glanced over at Freya, determination on her face. She would not be afraid. She would not wimp out.<br/><br/>She grabbed the alcohol, swallowed a gulp.... coughed and washed it down with the remains of her Doctor Pepper--horrible stuff, alcohol. And returned to looking boldly at Freya as she announced, "Dare."<br/><br/>Her voice almost didn't crack at all.