<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">(http://assets.lookbookspro.com/mc2-model-management/gxl_5284f370-3ad0-4183-bbbb-233e0aa613db.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gabriel Archibald<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 3 | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Game Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>see avi, minus the board obviously<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charlie, Sarah, Marco (Group 3)<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><hr/><br/><br/>The subtle taste of tequila did little to distract from the man's intoxicating scent and heat, and the moment Gabe felt him respond in turn to every move he made, nothing could have stopped him from indulging. They crashed into the wall, Gabriel's lighter form still the more aggressive as he pressed on and pinned the guy with his chest. The kiss went on, more akin to sex than a simple touch of lips, and while he was definitely fulfilling the dare he'd been faced with, it was not on his mind anymore.<br/><br/>"Name?" He grunted softly when he pulled back, only to press firm kisses down the man's neck. His hands moved down muscular arms until his fingers could wrap around wrists, and then he pushed the guy's arms up along the wall until he had his hands pinned on either side of his head. "I'm Gabriel," he announced with a cocky grin, laughter on his lips for a moment. Then he sank back in, lips crushed on lips, and moaned into the kiss.