<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/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/70/c4/5e/70c45e6f4887a6724d8816623b786d38.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Javier Lobos<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest<br/><strong>Date | Time: </strong>~ 7:00 pm | August 3rd<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Poolside<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Man Sarong (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/6d/35/b1/6d35b1565efec13d07000f1b7f129d56.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Thomas Malcolm, Adriana Archibald, John Smith,Stephanie Landry<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Snogging<hr/><br/><br/>The game was Shots! Truth or Dare, or so that was what he heard and Javier was game! To be honest, he would been in for Shots, then party but whatever he would play along. Third day in and he was living it up, like Hefner without the ditzy blondes and old man balls. The sun was setting but the climate was still poolside worthy which had him coming down in his man sarong. It was a samoan man kilt, he was sick of explaining. It was more comfortable than shorts with an easier access to his cock.<br/><br/><br/>He didn’t know anyone besides his roomie, but that didn’t matter as he learned people were game to get friendly real quick. “Me? Ohh we aren’t going to go around in a circle and introduce one another?” Javier smiled before reaching for the bottle of fireball. “I choose dare, but I am still gonna take a shot because it is getting dark and I stone cold sober right now.”<br/>