Melody's eyes widened. "I can't..." She noted for the first time how very little she was wearing. "Can the top I pulled before count for a default?" She couldn't answer that question. Not here, not now.<br/><br/>Then again... 'a happy'. That was her way out. What a vague euphamism, who even knew what that meant? She was here because she wanted to push herself but... "You can't hate me," she said nervously. "Okay? I mean... please don't..."<br/><br/>She shrugged nervously. "Um..." Melody was blushing, could feel the heat in her own face as she choked out, "so, last night I... I could hear Morgan snoring and Freya's breathing had become rhythmic with sleep and I..." She shook her head. "I can't. No, I..."<br/><br/>She bit her lip. "I took the last dare. I should get credit for the shirt."