<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/constance_zpsbe8df73d.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Constance Meadows</span></span><br/>Location: Dallas-Fort Worth Airport Sheraton - Room 1569<br/>Tags: All<br/><br/>Constance looked Derrick up and down. And then glanced at Paige. "A game huh?" She slowly considered, looked up, looked down, looked around, and then nodded. And took another large swallow of liquid courage. "OK. I don't know if you two are in for this, but there's a game I learned at a convention last year that can be..." she searched for the right word. "...interesting."<br/><br/>The blonde sat cross-legged on the floor and began explaining. "It's called Bull or Bare. The way it works is this. We all take turns telling stories. They can be true. They can be false. But they've gotta be hot." She took a quick glance around at her roommates, gauging their reactions. "At the end of each story, the other players have to call Bull or Bare. If you choose Bare, you have to give up one article of clothing. Bull's a little more complicated..." She looked around again, a bit red, perhaps from the drink or perhaps from what was coming ahead. "If you say Bull and the story was false, you get to<em>take</em>something off him or her and then make a player's choice - which means you choose one person to take another item off another person - and you can choose yourself to be the one removing or having something removed. If the story's true, however, the storyteller gets to take something off<em>you</em>as well as take a player's choice. It's a little complicated so if you need anything cleared up, just ask. Otherwise, are you two in?"<br/><br/>Constance pursed her lips and gave a smile, which promised interesting things coming this evening. Of course her hands shook a bit too as she wondered if she was biting off more than she could chew.