Morgan was grateful Frey chose Mel, unsure she could do a truth or a dare quite yet.  She needed more alcohol.  That would fix things.  Once more Mel surprised her, choosing dare with such...wild hunger.  She was starting to seriously wonder at and fear the of wild child hid beneath the sweet exterior.  Rolling off the bed she managed to get to her feet, just barely.  There wasn't much left in the pitcher, she didn't want to take the last of it but...she really needed a drink.<br/><br/>Tottering over to the low table she grabbed the pitcher and her glass.  “I'll just refill this.”  Her words were...slow...lazy and a bit slurred.  It had to be the orgasm, she hadn't had that much to drink.  Had she?  Shrugging she emptied the pitcher into her glass, it only filled it half way.  Frowning slightly she downed the drink, choking on the champagne that had started to separate from the orange juice.   “Think the vodka's ready?”