Stacy’s lips lit up with a pleasant tingle as Megan briefly pressed her own gently against them, leaving the Asian with a small smile as she cuddled up close to her girlfriend. With her head resting lovingly on Megan’s shoulder, the student concentrated on little but the soft caress of fingers against her back, while only remaining loosely aware of the others as they rambled on about rules and other such nonsense. Marc only briefly nudged her from her reverie when he offered a refill, one which she accepted with a grateful smile as she asked for a simple orange juice. She was mindful enough of a niggling tipsy feeling to know that she should probably try to partake of any alcohol sparingly for the time being.<br/><br/>Stacy’s attention was only drawn back to the group when the Truth or Dare finally kicked off as Ariel got the ball rolling with a brief reveal of her heady expertise, a revelation that would no doubt come back to bite later in the evening. For now however it seemed as if the red head was manipulating the game to her own ends as she sneakily dared a kiss from the hunky medic. A move that likely surprised very few in the room seeing as how she had been flirting with both Marc and Derrick only a moment ago, the former of which had just arrived with Stacy’s drink as Derrick and Ariel lost themselves in each other’s lips. With a polite nod, the Asian mouthed, “Thank you,” as she accepted her juice, only to lightly sip at the glass as Mike tried to usher the two kissers back into the game.<br/><br/>The next dare was worded a little more interestingly but Stacy was fairly confident of the possible result, at least until Mike threw a curveball by picking Derrick as the recipient of the gum. An impish giggle escaped her lips as she watched the reaction of the paramedic, only to gasp with shock as Mike took the dare a step further by burying the gum deep in his mouth. “Oh gosh, he wants him to dive for it,” Stacy whispered excitedly to Megan, with her own breath catching in her throat as she watched Derrick slowly close the gap. With each inch nearer, she expected one of them to pull out, for the "bluff" to be called, but all such thoughts went right out the window as the two finally locked lips. At first Stacy could see Derrick freeze up and expected him to withdraw but she soon saw him melt slightly as he once again became lost in a kiss. “This might take a while,” Stacy giggled to Megan as she recalled the last dare. When the two finally parted, Stacy was feeling giddy at the prospect of her own turn and teasingly added, “Pick me, pick me, it’s my turn to kiss Derrick… I mean, perform a dare!”<br/><br/>As Mike addressed her, Stacy felt a small sting over the uncertainty of her name and the offhandedness of the dare, both of which she batted aside as just a case of oversensitivity. Still, she sensed as if Megan and herself would need to engage with the others more or risk falling into total obscurity. It was obvious they were already slipping in that direction as they cuddled together on the couch. “Is that allowed, to pass the<em>dare</em>baton,” she asked with an amused smile before turning to face her girlfriend’s nutty professor, her expression holding as she listened to what he could concoct.<br/><br/>“A body shot,” Stacy asked thoughtfully as she reluctantly pulled away from Megan and stood from the couch, “be back in a sec.” And with that she stepped out the lounge, only to return shortly with a small bag. After plopping it down onto the table, she unzipped it and fished around for a bit before pulling out a shooter and closing it. Stacy had a feeling Marc was looking for a slightly messier shot but “That’s just too bad for him,” she thought with a smirk, feeling proud of her cleverness.<br/><br/>After snatching up the whisky bottle Stacy filled the shooter as she sauntered up to Marc before placing it back down on a nearby side table. With the shooter in hand, she then proceeded to tentatively climb over the form of her girlfriend’s teacher, shuffling forward on her knees as she straddled his legs. In an effort to get comfortable, Stacy unconsciously wiggled her butt against Marc’s crotch as her own pressed against his lower belly. Satisfied, she carefully lifted the shooter and proceeded to wedge it into the gap between her shirt and breasts before cupping them and pressing them softly together, trying to create an enticing swell of flesh for Marc as well as hold the shooter in place. “Okay, ready,” she offered, a nervous smile playing across her lips. It wasn’t exactly as naughty or sensual as kissing an attractive stranger but the thought of what they were trying to do still sent visible shivers through her.