<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">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5514/30664385383_a69d64cac9_z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Devon Allred<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Guest Services<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Aug. 3rd, Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mansion, Library<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Hat, Shirt (as pictured), black shorts<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 4</strong>Oscar Valdez, Nina Krause, Jenny Lucier<strong>Mentioned:</strong>None<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Scene end for Devon<hr/><br/>He thought it would be fun, and the reaction he received from Oscar only made his smile more apparent.  He waited patiently for the man to slowly set his drink down and get up.  Devon bit his lip with a smile, holding out his hand for Oscar to take it, and when he did, he pulled him close, his other arm wrapping around the man.  He looked up at him, eyes locking in a gaze as lovers would do.  Devon leaned forward and up, and just as he was about to fulfill his dare, his pocket began to buzz.<br/><br/>Devon paused for a moment before pulling back and reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone.  He looked at it, noting the number.  The young man's brow furrowed before he slowly pulled back from Oscar.  "I'm sorry.  This is important.  I must take it," he said before swiping to answer and walking out of the room with his attention now on the caller.