He had a hearty chuckle at Ariel running with his absurdity, and issuing him to find the tequila, a alternative liquor for an alternative name. He was glad he had diverted course and stuck with whiskey. The was an evil in Tequilla that liked to mess with him. At least whiskey let him remember the stupid shit he did.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ariel and no, I'm not related to the fish despite the hair color."  She teased playfully.  </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Pleasure to meet you Ariel. No, you don't look related. You're legs are nicer."  He said it wanting to make a crack at mermaids not having proper legs, but it seemed awkward to him because she was wearing jeans and not exposing her legs much. Also, because he thought it sounded as like he was hitting on her.<br/><br/>He was hitting on her, but it was neither his best swing nor a line he'd want as his first swing. He wasn't even sure that he should be up to bat, having just laid eyes on her. He just loved red-heads, it was an affliction.<br/><br/>He had sat down on an unoccupied couch, sipping his whiskey, trying not to scold himself for his first impressions. He was constantly over-analyzing himself, including his interactions. He was far too hard on himself, as more often than not, he was making concern of it<em>far</em>more than anyone else had.<br/><br/>Marc was a stickler for rules, though that didn't mean he always followed them. His motto in life, in fact, was to "read the instructions, and then ignore them." It was for this consistent recognition, at least, for rules that he was so hated in mini-golf and Monopoly.<br/><br/>This being the case, he took up the call of Ariel asking about the rules for the game of Truth or Dare.  "Two consecutive truths seems like a good maximum." He figured it may be best to avoid his experience with the<em>truth-strip</em>rule, considering he had only just met them. He didn't want to<em>speak</em>his desire for the game to turn adult, though they could suspect all they want. "I am also very object to leaving. We may as well make the house our stage, and the outside world is as those who hold no tickets. And for a dare not completed, the group shall pass judgement?"<br/><br/>When the champagne was poured into the thin flutes, he could not help himself. He took one and matched the cheers. He enjoyed champagne, though it was certainly not his bread and butter as whiskey was.<br/><br/>Why did the woman in the black tank top and the converse shoes look familiar to him?