<strong>Name:</strong>Harry Ditmeyer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Campground<br/><strong>Addressing:</strong>Teagan, Flynn, Ash, Mary<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Non-Naughty<br/><br/>(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS280OfJsmEGtYjYbhar0zDOB6v8VCgEd3bIXYS4Nn-rkEjbI5a)<br/><br/>Once you put some of the absolute rotgut down your throat that Harry had, mostly in order to keep warm, then beer was nectar, and Teagen was right he had put it away at the last party they had gone to ,besides Harry knew it paid never to disappoint a woman twice in a night, he hadn't missed her disappointment in the lack of weed smoking amongst the small group, Harry would never apologise for not smoking weed but neither would he condemn, hell he had enough demons in his life without adding to them by being a dick.<br/><br/>So Harry made his way to Teagen ."So what are the stakes" Harry asked the group in general but more Teagen then the others this was after all her party "Winning has to be worth something" of course the stakes could also be about the loser doing something they would rather not do, but Harry left that alone ...just in case he was the slowest, even if he was confident you just never knew when surrounded by possible pissheads.