<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/23/1f/3a/231f3aea5497559a3c35f6519ab5b458.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Thomas Malcolm<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Senior Copywriter<br/><strong>Date | Time: </strong>~ 7:00 pm | August 3rd<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Poolside<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Javier Lobos, Adriana Archibald, John Smith, Stephanie Landry<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Dare Extended<hr/><br/>Thomas nodded, that funny little half-smile on his lips again, tilting his head, fingers already toying with the uppermost button of his shirt as he looked over those that he would be lap dancing for. He'd didn't do these often, seeing as how the removing of clothing tended to be quick and to the point so as not to distract from more pressing concerns. He gave the woman that was now topless thanks to the man that was daring him a wink, fully and unabashedly enjoying the view before turning back to Javier.<br/><br/>"Just the ladies? You sure you don't want a piece as well?" He gave the man an eyebrow waggle as he started unbuttoning his shirt, slowly teasing each go, taking his time, slowly opening the piece of clothing to reveal his muscular torso, inch by inch. His injury in college hadn't kept him out of the pools, although fun and exercise were the goals now rather than competition. He had managed to maintain the physique though, through some effort. Javier seemed to put similar effort into his body, and while Thomas got the impression that the he wasn't Javier's type, really, he did allow himself the luxury of a long look at his chiseled physique, wrapped nicely in the exotic sarong.<br/><br/>The buttons undone, his shirt draped open, as he walked over to Adriana, dragging the shirt over his shoulders and off, trailing slowly down until all that connected him to the shirt was his hands. Thomas came in closer, whipping the shirt around her waist like a rope and catching it on the other side, dragging her a step closer to him," How's about a dance, beautiful?"