Alex leaned forward, observing Anya. "You know, usually I hit on a girl before talking about something like that." He joked. "Five. Two instantses were two at once." He tilted his head a bit. "It's something easy for a guy in my position. Im not bragging, dont get me wrong." He leaned back and took in a warm breathe. "I'm a party guy. Combined with popularity, assumptions are made." He holds his hands out as if he were holding a liquor bottle, putting a silly parody of a drunk person on his face. " 'Lets get smashed and get chicks, dude!' Thats what they say. So..." He put his hands down and shrugged. "I just go with it. Except I -don't- get smashed. I let them and a few girls pass out. Then its usually me and the ones that don't get drunk and fucked. The nice, clean girls. Everyone is out, so...we were as loud as we want." He grinned ans scratched his head. "Almost sounds manipulating. But I just go with it all. No grand plan."<br/><br/>He looked to Anya. "Alright, Anya. Truth...or dare?" He asked.