<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/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/23/1f/3a/231f3aea5497559a3c35f6519ab5b458.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Thomas Malcolm<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Senior Copywriter<br/><strong>Date | Time: </strong>~ 7:00 pm | August 3rd<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Poolside<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Javier Lobos, Adriana Archibald, John Smith, Stephanie Landry<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Dare<hr/><br/>One of the waiters that had been idle and watching the show from what he had considered to be a safe distance, quickly snapped to attention, finding some controls for the sound system, turning it up slowly until it was well within the range of dancing music, the gentle thrums and vibrant guitar strums of an Argentinian tango began to play. Thomas had taken a few dancing classes in his day, not that many, but he did have a fond memory for the few that had covered the Latin American style of music.<br/><br/>As her hand trailed down his body to make a grab at his still clad ass, she could feel his muscles gliding slowly under taut skin, and he took a step forward, stepping her back in pace with the music. His body pressed flush against his, her forced her to take another step back, and another, his grip on the shirt not letting up until her legs tapped against a chair behind her, which he slowly lowered her onto, reluctantly parting their bodies for the moment.<br/><br/>Once she was down, Thomas straddled her lap, having seen this particular move in a movie somewhere. His hands settled on the back of the chair on either side of her head, leaving the shirt wrapped around her waist as he leaned his weight onto his hands, slowly gliding the firm muscles of his torso over hers, finishing the move by dipping his head down to gently bite her earlobe, pulling the shirt up from around her waist and wrapping it around her neck, tugging her with him as he stepped off of her lap, still close enough to kiss, for a moment only.<br/><br/>"Keep that warm for me, honey," He purred next to her ear, gracing her neck with the gentlest of kisses before turning away, his eyes falling on John Smith, raising an eyebrow at the man even as he approached Stephanie.<br/><br/>"You're up next," He said to the man before turning his eyes back to Stephanie, a naughty smile playing across his lips," Truth or Dare..."