<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/><div class="floatleft">(http://assets.lookbookspro.com/mc2-model-management/gxl_5284f370-3ad0-4183-bbbb-233e0aa613db.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gabriel Archibald<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 3 | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Game Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>see avi, minus the board obviously<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charlie, Sarah, Marco (Group 3)<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>nada<hr/><br/>First preoccupied by the possibilities a game of truth or dare in the lust filled atmosphere this vacation had provided since day one, and then by the in depth description of a fantasy that seemed to be turning the girl on as she completed her truthful answer, Gabriel sat on a pool table and observed. He rested his elbows on his thighs, one foot tucked under a knee, and he slouched comfortably. Idly chasing the rim of a glass with his fingers, he grinned at the girl who'd just finished verbally masturbating for the group and bit his bottom lip. "I'm no good at too much talking," he said to her, then glanced over at Charlie and winked. "My tongue works better in other situations."<br/><br/>Returning his gaze to the girl whose question still begged an answer, he smirked and straightened up, pretended to ready himself for some kind of a struggle by rolling and stretching his shoulders, stretching his neck, and then tilted his chin up at her. "Dare. Do your worst!"