Marc had begun to stretch absently when Mike chose Stacy, but then froze when his name was mentioned.  The telling of the dare made him blush despite his gung-ho attitude. Now the pressure was on. He had decided he wouldn't dare anyone to do anything directly to him...yet. He wanted to always be able to fall back on the fact that<em>he</em>hadn't dared them to. Now he was in a loophole of that plan, having been put as the creative mind behind what the beautiful asian woman would do to him.<br/><br/>"Oh...umm..."<em>Not so clever now, are ya, dum-dum?</em>His inner voice teased himself.  "That...is a good question."  He said as his eyes only now met with Stacy's, as they had been politely focused away as Megan and her canoodled on the couch beside one another. He, of course, had been watching them, but showed some subtlety with it. His eyes searched hers for some inkling as to her mindset on what he would ask.  He had gleaned that Megan and Stacy were somewhat of an item, and really didn't want to step on any toes, but they were both in this game and had supposedly understood the consequences.<br/><br/>He reached for his whiskey glass, but then it gave him an idea. He eyed the whiskey bottle he'd brought out with him.<br/><br/>"Stacy, I'm craving another shot of whiskey. But I'd rather have it warm than iced. How about a body shot off your cleavage, with you in my lap." He tried not to form it as a question as much as simply stating what he was craving. "Ice need not be involved... Your welcome." He gave a nervous smirk.