Morgan felt a tickle between her shoulder blades as though she was being watched.  Shrugging off the feeling she simply went about as she was, assuming it was likely a frown of disapproval from the prudish Melody.  Hips shaking to the beat she playfully stuck her tongue out at Frey over the comment about stripping as forfeits.  “As if!  I could always put on more clothes.  And I never forfeit!  Never give up, never surrender!”<br/><br/>Giggling to herself she took a moment to put away her art supplies from earlier, not wanting anything to get damaged.  She didn't get drunk often, not since she was picked up running through town naked with flowers painted on her body.  She still didn't remember it but it seemed everyone back home did, and some had pictures.<br/><br/>Seeing what Frey pulled out for them to start with she popped open one of the concentrated tubes of orange juice.  Dumping the slightly melted orange blob into a pitcher she headed over to the center of the room as well, setting it next to the bottles.  “Rules are for the weak.  But I guess we can have some.  Hmmm...obviously must choose truth or dare, forfeit means a drink.  Not a sip.  A full glass.  Oh!  And the dares can't be anything that can get us arrested.  My folks will kill me if I get arrested in the first week.”<br/><br/>Tugging at the legs of her jeans she settled on the floor, sitting cross-legged.  Her toes wiggled to the beat, even though she'd not heard the song before she rather liked it.  She'd have to ask Frey for the file, it would be great when she was losing herself to paiting.<br/><br/>