The blush grew brighter when she realized just where her hand had fallen on Mel.  The joke that was given left Morgan momentarily confused before she realized just what Mel meant.  Giggling even louder she looked down at Frey as the girl settled on the floor.  “Frey...Freyda...Al-Frey-do...”  She tried to offer her hand to help the girl stand but instead found herself starting to rock in place unsteadily.  “You.  Are.  Drunk.”<br/><br/>Mel's shriek caused Morgan to turn her head quickly, the room suddenly spinning at the action.  Reaching out she barely managed to find the dresser to keep from toppling over.  “Mel?  You...'kay?  Find porn yet?  We should watch it together, so we know you aren’t lying.”  Nodding vigorously to her own logic she decided walking was just too much work and sat down heavily on the floor.<br/><br/>“OH! Me....me, me, me, me.  I choose...”  Could she just forfeit?  The jeans were getting uncomfortable.  She could always just take them off anyways.  Lost in her attempt at drunken logic she gazed off into the distance as the thoughts tried to swim to the surface.  “Dare.”  She meant to say truth.  Was going to say Truth.  Did she say Truth?  Her eyebrows pinched as she tried to remember.