Truth or Dare [IC]
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				Title: <strong>Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Medo</strong> on <strong>04-01-2012, 02:53:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>One house, 5 very different people, full fridge of alcohol, a game of Truth or Dare = A night you will never forget!</em></span></div><br><em><br>New York. A house close to the campus was starting to get filled with people. People they never met before and will now share their lives with them. They were different in every way. Gender, origin, age, personality and sexual orientation were only some of the differences among them and yet they will have to work things out. And what is the best way to get to know eachother? A game of Truth or dare! And what is even a better way? A game of Truth or dare with alcohol at disposal. Your limits are lowered, worries about what other people thinks are gone and you don't even care if the truth might be shocking to some. Get prepared to get to know others and test yourself!</em><br><br><div align="center">Living room where the game is played<br>(http://img.homedit.com/2011/02/3d-living-room-by-rmpj-small.jpg)</div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Medo</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 18:43:55</strong>
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				<em>Truth or Dare</em>, Mike got a revelation. At that point he knew what him and his new roommates will do at that night. He finished neatly putting his clothes in a wardrobe and emptied one of the suitcases. He checked again the wardrobe to decide how happy he is with his work and as he could expect, a closet looked really organised. <em>I wonder how long will that last</em>, he chuckled. Mike put a suitcase next to the wall and went back to his desk and started writing a short letter. <br><br><em>Hi! <br>If you have no other plans for tonight, I welcome you to join in the living room at 9pm, for a game of Truth or Dare, PG-18 style!<br><br>I will take care of our thirst, all you need to do is bring a good mood. See you at 9!<br>Mike</em><br><br><em>That should do,</em> Mike thought, feeling good about himself. He was hoping his new roommates will like the idea just as much and while already thinking what kind of questions and dares could he give, he changed his dressy shirt (http://www.vstyleblog.com/.a/6a00d83548242253ef0134808679b9970c-800wi) for a comfortable white t-shirt (http://www.jacketstar.net/images/20110731213821103.jpg). He closed the closet, checked the room if everything is in order, went to the living room and put the letter on a table, making sure it's on a visible spot and left the house. Considering he lived close by for the last several years, he knew the area very well and it didn't take him much time to find a grocery and liqueur store. He bought some food and non alcohol drinks like coca-cola and juice in grocery store and alcohol drinks in liqueur store. Vodka, Gin, Whiskey and Champagne, these were the drinks they will drink on that night and all he could do was hope people will be happy with the choice. <br><br>He had nothing to do for a couple of hours after he came back home and he decided to watch some TV while he was counting away the hours towards the game. Around 8pm, he went to take a shower. He took a long shower, taking time to scrub himself really good, making his skin soft and brushed his teeth. After checking himself one last time in the mirror, he grabbed his clothes on the floor and walked to his room in Adam's costume. His roommate moved in already but was currently somewhere else. Mike didn't care either way as he enjoyed being nude and had very little shame towards other people. He put dirty clothes into the laundry bag and chose clothes he would wear. He scanned through the underwear drawer where all kind of undies were, from usual boxers to briefs, jockstraps and even male thongs bought by his friend as a joke. He grabbed black Calvin Klein briefs (http://www.mossfraser.com/images/Calvin%20Klein%20Black%20Range%20Hip%20BriefCK-3018.JPG) and slowly put them on, covering his private male parts. Next, he took blue jeans (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSeRU-ETP1I/ScgN2cGSFgI/AAAAAAAADbc/Ny-9TpmPhoM/s400/dark+blue+jeans+for+men.jpg) and red Bazinga t-shirt (http://image.spreadshirt.com/image-server/image/product/18440218/view/1/type/png/width/378/height/378/bazinga-t-shirts.png) and put them on. A black belt was next, along with black socks as his feet were already getting cold. <br><br>As a finishing though he put on a silver ring, designed by a daughter of a famous Picasso and a sporty yet elegant police watch (http://gevrilgroup.com/images/police-watches/mens-watches/Viper%20PL.12739JSB-02.jpg). When he checked himself in a mirror, Mike went through his hair, fixing them and smiled to himself for he was pleased with how he looked. It was almost the time for a meeting in a living room. When he came to the kitchen, he said hi to one of the new roommates but he didn't feel chatty, yet. A Veuve champagne (http://www.wineandalcohol.com/files/images/2040.preview.jpg) in a fridge was nicely cold and Mike couldn't wait to serve it once everyone was gathered. He went to the living room and sit on a smaller sofa, close to the TV. He preffered not to be in the center as in that position he didn't need to rotate his head all the time to see the others. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 22:50:54</strong>
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				Ariel was happy she'd been able to find a place so close to campus on such short notice after the fiasco with the dorm's sprinkler system left her temporarily homeless.&nbsp; She'd moved what remained of her stuff, after the flood, into the apartment earlier that day, but had unfortunately not met any of her roommates yet.&nbsp; After that, she'd rushed off to the office to remake copies of things she was responsible for and had been ruined by the water.&nbsp; Then she met with her study group.&nbsp; School was out until January, but she was all ready starting her project for her Senior seminar.&nbsp; She was eager for the coming semester to be over with and then begin the headache that was Med School.<br><br>She fumbled with her key in the lock, and smiled at the cute guys who seemed to live next door.&nbsp; After a moment of struggling, the key slipped in and the knob turned in her hand.&nbsp; She locked the door behind her, and then dropped her overweight book bag on the ground next to the entrance to the kitchen with a loud thud.&nbsp; Her shoulder ached mildly from the weight.&nbsp; She idly wondered if any of her new roommates moonlighted as massage therapists.<br><br>Ariel entered the kitchen, opened the fridge and grabbed a stick of string cheese while she made a mental note to repay whoever the cheese belonged to.&nbsp; Her interest was peaked when she saw the alcohol on the table and the myriad assortment of juices, sodas and other beverages in the refrigerator.&nbsp; Seeing that was exactly what the doctor had ordered, she opened the bottle of tequila, found a glass, and poured roughly two shots worth of the liquor into the glass before mixing it with orange juice.&nbsp; She sipped on her drink as she fumbled through the kitchen drawers looking for a phone book.<br><br>Most college students had the phone number of every food delivery establishment within two miles memorized.&nbsp; There had been a list on which Ariel had scribbled her favorite delivery places and stored securely in a folder.&nbsp; A list that had been not salvageable from water damage.&nbsp; She'd had a few numbers stored in her cell phone as well, though the water had been equally unkind to it.<br><br>Finally, finding a phone book she leafed through the pages until she found the local sub shop that delivered until well past midnight and entered the living room where she could sit down and place an order.&nbsp; She hung up her new cell phone after a single ring when she saw Mike all ready there.&nbsp; A warm, friendly smile came to her face.&nbsp; The type of smile she adopted when she wanted to make a good first impression.<br><br>"Hi, I'm Ariel.&nbsp; Are you one of the housemates?&nbsp; I'm about to order a sandwich, want anything?"&nbsp; She asked as she offered him her hand to shake, fumbling with her phone and drink in the process, and then plopped tiredly onto the sofa before receiving his reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>07-01-2012, 01:40:20</strong>
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				Derrick Cruthers yawned as he braced his tall, lean form against the wall of the subway car. After a thirty-two hour shift, he was exhausted. It wasn't so much the lack of sleep that was getting to him. He'd managed a decent amount of that, in fits and starts, between calls. It was the things that people did to themselves and each other. That was what really got to him. Growing up on a ranch he'd seen his share of injury and death, and in their natural states, they didn't bother him. What bugged him was seeing a baby hopped up on and addicted to drugs because her mother couldn't be bothered to get clean, a half dead eighty-three year old woman who's caretaker had beaten her. He was seriously beginning to regret having come to the city, but this was where the money was. Money that he would need if he ever hoped to save enough to afford a home of his own.<br><br>It was were the people were too, and he had to get used to people. Real, modern people. Like the one over there who he was pretty sure was passed out drunk. He'd stopped checking on people on the subway after the first one pulled a knife on him. Only reflexes honed around fractious horses had kept him from being stabbed that time, and who knows what he would have picked up from that knife. He really didn't care to think about it. He blinked as they subway came to a stop. Was this one his? Even after two weeks in the city, he wasn't sure which stop was his... Why did everything here have to be so big, and yet so very small all at the same time? It was stifling. The subway started back on its way, and he realized no, that hadn't been his stop, the next one was.<br><br>Soon enough he was back onto the street above, and heading the last few blocks to the apartment building he'd found a room in. The others he was sharing the place had been trickling in over the last few days, but he hadn't really gotten a chance to meet them with his hectic work schedule. He was off the hook now though, at least for the next three days. It would be nice to get a chance to meet the people he'd be sharing house with, maybe set up a few ground rules they could all agree on. It was Friday, that meant that they'd be home tonight if they were ever going to be, didn't it? He still wasn't sure how things worked in the city just yet...<br><br>That realization brought him to the door, and Derrick let himself in quiet as a mouse. At least two people were home, he realized as he passed them in the kitchen, and made his way to the large room that he was supposed to be sharing with someone. It was quickly clear that he'd moved in while Derrick had been gone. That was just as well really, it avoided that awkward first meeting when the space that had been all his up to that point got invaded by someone he didn't know in the slightest. Better that it be over and done with, and they meet up later. A glance at his neatly made up bed with it's wild horse throw over the top left him yearning to dress down and climb between the sheets. He didn't. There were people out in the living room, and he was far from presentable.<br><br>Taking clean boxers, his favorite pair of stonewashed jeans, and a cozy hunter green long sleeve with him, he made his way into the bathroom to get out of his work clothes and have a quick rinse down. He resisted the urge to linger under the soothing hot water provided by the most wonderful of inventions, an on demand water heater, and turned the water off the moment he'd gotten all the suds off of him. Then it was into his clothes, a quick detour to pop his rather ripe uniform into the washing machine, and he made his way to the living room, feet bare, hair tousled from his failed attempts to towel dry it, and glasses still ever so slightly fogged from the bathroom.<br><br>The two from the kitchen earlier were there, and he felt the beginnings of anxiety urging him to go to his room and do this some other time. Instead, he leaned in the arch way that connected the living room to the hall, and somehow managed to produce a shy smile. "Hi."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Medo</strong> on <strong>08-01-2012, 01:42:38</strong>
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				It had to be only a few seconds until one of the new roommates arrived. Mike stood up and was just about to say hi with a smile on his face, when he saw she is on a phone, leaving him in an awkward position. Thankfully she seemed to hang up and approached him, offering her hand and starting a conversation. Mike shook her hand while she put the best smile on his lips as she could manage, afterall the first impression is the most important and he certainly didn't want to give a bad one. "Hello hello Ariel! I'm Mike, Mike Reyes and yes, I am one of the housemates. Pleased to meet you!" Mike said while he sat down again and crossed his hands. A question about a sandwich made him think a bit and although he was a little hungry, he decided he will pass the offer. "Em, no thank you on the sandwich. I bought some food earlier and I guess it'd be nice to use that first," he said and chuckled. <br><br>"I see you got yourself a drink. I like that. I just hope it's not only a juice!" Mike said and winked. Without knowing yet why exactly, he got a positive feeling about Ariel. Perhaps it was her smile, eyes or her gorgeus wavy orange hair, but he felt relaxed even though he only just met her. Ever since he was a young boy, it was easier for him to find good friends among girls which might be because he hadn't felt any sexual attraction to them or maybe only because he was not interested in cars and sports as other guys. It never really bothered him though and if Ariel and them become good friends he had no reason to complain. <br><br>Suddenly another voice reached Mike's ears. He looked towards the door and saw a tall, dark haired guy, who clearly just came out of the shower. It was almost funny to see such a good looking guy giving a shy smile. Not that Mike found him attractive, no, he usually went after a bit stockier guys with more cute and less sexy look. It was even better though. Last thing he needed was an attractive guy living next to him who was probably even straight. He focused and brought himself from only observing back to actually talking. "Hey! Come closer, we don't bite." Came out of Mike's mouth before realizing he could take this the wrong way. He tried to fix it by adding in a welcome way:"My name is Mike and this is Ariel if I remembered correctly. Wanna have a drink?" <br><br>Mike got up and slowly went to the kitchen, half expecting other two will join them. He took two glasses from the shelf, filled them with gin and tonic and offered one to the shy boy. "Man, I love this!" Mike said after taking a sip, licked his lips and looked back towards the boy. "You? If you prefer something else, I'll drink that for you!" Mike added with a smile. "So are you joining to the game of Truth or Dare? I left a note here earlier but I wasn't sure who saw it and who didn't. But yes, I thought we could do something different than just chat, you know, to get to know eachother." While listening, Mike was looking at two of them, evaluating their every move just like they taught him at psychology university. It was one of his favorite thing to do when meeting new people and it was the perfect opportunity to test his knowledge. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>08-01-2012, 02:19:43</strong>
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				Ariel shook Mike's hand in a warm, but professional manner; more out of habit than with any thought behind it.&nbsp; She brought the phone number back up that she'd just called and hung up on and prepared to call again and actually place an order this time after Mike confirmed that he was all right.<br><br>"Oh, I think I probably stole a thing of string cheese from you then.&nbsp; I'll pay you back when I get to the store, if that's cool," she commented casually. Then he asked about her drink and with a smirk in reply to "if there was any alcohol in it", she offered it to him to taste or smell, which ever he wanted.&nbsp; <br><br>Her attention was caught by a movement out of the corner of her eye.&nbsp; <em>Had that just been a male body in scrubs disappear down the hall?</em>&nbsp; She leaned over the edge of the couch to see if she could get a better view, but she could no longer see anyone.&nbsp; A whimsical shrug was given to Mike as she commented, "Think someone else is home."<br><br>It registered as odd that she was all ready considering this home.&nbsp; She'd been inside for only a few hours, and actually sitting down, not unpacking, for possibly five minutes.&nbsp; It felt safe though.&nbsp; The interior was well decorated; the bedrooms and kitchen spacious; and the bathrooms clean.&nbsp; Once again she was reminded of how pleased she was that she'd been able to find it.<br><br>"How long have you lived here, Mike?&nbsp; The landlord just said that I'd have housemates.&nbsp; I'm not sure how many or if you've all been here a while."&nbsp; she heard the water turn on in one of the bathrooms and assumed the person who'd just arrived was cleaning up.<br><br>When the conversation lulled, she took the opportunity to order her sub and asked Mike once more if he wanted anything before confirming the order and hanging up.&nbsp; It was about then that the cute, tall guy with glasses came back.&nbsp; She could tell he was shy even before his meek hello by the way he stopped in the hall and leaned against the arch way.<br><br>"Hey," she said as warmly as possible and gave him the best smile she had, the same one she'd given Mike when she'd first met him. <br><br>The red-head nodded as Mike introduced her.&nbsp; She wasn't so formal to offer her last name; not to people she was going to be living with.<br><br>"Speak for yourself," she said flirtingly after Mike promised that they didn't bite.&nbsp; "Have you eaten?"&nbsp; She asked the be-speckled before he could give her his name.&nbsp; "Just ordered from Blimpie's (hopefully they have those in New York) and could add to it if you haven't,"&nbsp; she added in a friendly manner.<br><br>Ariel stood and followed Mike to the kitchen.&nbsp; She had her own drink but, in her experience, the kitchen always seemed to be the focal point of social gatherings.&nbsp; The under-grad watched as Mike made the drinks teasing if he skimped on the liquor in a lighthearted way or complimenting him if the drinks looked on the strong side.<br><br>A thin eyebrow quirked upward when Mike brought up Truth or Dare and she laughed lightly.&nbsp; "I didn't get the memo," she joked.&nbsp; Then something dawned on her, "am I the only female roomie?"&nbsp; That could affect how willing she was to participate.&nbsp; Or, at the very least, how many dares she'd accept from the guys.&nbsp; Deciding she was willing to trust them, "sure, sounds fun."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>08-01-2012, 21:02:21</strong>
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				"I'm Derrick, and I'm not really hungry. I just got off a thirty-two hour shift." He said softly by way of introduction as he followed the others towards the kitchen, taking up a perch against the doorway there as well. He liked doorways, he felt comfortable in them. It meant there wasn't anything between him, and walking away if things got too intense, too weird. "I don't really drink much," He demurred softly as Mike offered him a glass. "Though if you've got anything fruity in there I'll take that."<br><br>He was blushing, he was sure of it, between the pretty girl who was flirting with him, and the admission of his drink of choice. They hadn't let him live it down back home, but he'd never had a head for hard liquor, and he liked what he did drink sweet. Besides, if they were gonna be playing that kind of game, well, it was best he not let his head get too fogged up. He remembered how things had ended up when he played with his siblings as a child. Someone undoubtedly ended up daring someone else to do something stupid, and then somebody got hurt... No, they might just need the paramedic in the house in full use of his brain.<br><br>"If that's what we're doing," He agreed, with Mike, then offered Ariel a smile. "You're not the only one. I've been here a couple weeks now, I know I've seen one or two others. They seemed kinda into each other though, if you get my meaning." He glanced back and forth between the two, and seeing if they had, hoping he wouldn't have to explain about the noises he'd heard them make, that would have been embarrassing. That's when a thought occurred to him. "What do you all do anyway?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>09-01-2012, 16:03:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTeENDoTvcFIwQZK-JqABfE7Sw-7-LXPgpg3kmxN6l6CAv5cfbY5A&amp;t=1)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Megan sighed heavily, her feet carrying her up many flight of stone stairs. All she wanted to do was get home and take a shower. She had just recently pulled the day shift at the local movie theater, and the night before had been trying to study for school, except her girlfriend, Stacy, had much more steamier things in mind. The thought of last night instantly made Megan smile and put a little pep in her step as she neared the door to the apartment she shared with a few other people. <br><br>She had yet truly met any of her roommates, and was looking forward to meeting them today.&nbsp; Digging through her picket she produced her keys and unlocked the front door. Megan moved inside and looked around, seeing the champagne glasses laid out. The cute girl raises a slender eye brow and peeked around the corner. She spotted three of her roommates,&nbsp; Derrick, Mike, as well as the cute redhead Ariel. <br><br>"Um, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Megan asked, shouldering off her messenger bag. Her long black hair with colored streaks in it brushed over her slender shoulders as she tip toes towards her room. her work shirt smelled of popcorn and she desperately wanted to get out of them. 
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				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 00:08:41</strong>
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				For a good part of the day Stacy had been hunched over her room’s desk, with an overworked pencil in hand and a set of headphones blasting Blind Guardian’s “Barbara Ann”, cycling through the same scene over and over. She’d simply sit, twirling her pencil, until inspiration hit. She’d then begin scribbling furiously before finally huffing in frustration, scrunching her work up and tossing it into a nearby bin. She’d then repeat the entire process all over again, ad nauseam. The young artist’s muse had abandoned her and all she could do was attempt to stir it through rough sketches and a bit of energetic music. As the day grew dark however, she finally allowed a small sigh to escape her lips. Having finally conceded defeat, Stacy slipped the pencil behind her ear and stood from her chair.<br><br>After a nice long, languid, stretch, the Asian removed her headphones and tossed them atop the desk. She then slipped out from the room and made her way through the apartment, looking for a little distraction after being cooped up in her room for such a lengthy period, until she stumbled upon the small gathering in the kitchen. Driven by curiosity as well as the familiar sound of her love’s voice, Stacy shuffled past Derrick Cuthers with a sheepish, “Excuse me,” although not before stealing a brief glance of the handsome paramedic. Damp, dishevelled, hair topped a lean, squeaky clean, build, still marginally steaming from the shower like a hot bun right out of the oven. It was enough to leave the teen feeling a little flushed as she past. It was also enough to cause her tummy to grumble in protest over the sudden thought of food and the appalling lack of any actual eating. Cuther’s glasses, if slightly misty, added that charming academic look while offset by just the barest hint of stubble.<br><br>Mike Reyes was almost on the opposite end of the spectrum, with a stocky build and a neat, if rugged, beard. He also had that “just showered” aura but clearly with a lot more care taken in neatening his appearance. It left Stacy suddenly feeling a little grimy, a thought bolstered more by the amount of just-clean people surrounding her rather than any truth, but thankfully she had her “grimy” love to count on for support. Delighted to see the spunky teen, Stacy offered a gleeful, “Megan” before quickly bee-lining to her love’s side and wrapping an affectionate arm around her waist. “So… what did I miss,” she asked with a mix of excitement and curiosity over the small meeting she’d just interrupted. <br><br>While she appeared almost blissfully unaware, Stacy hadn’t missed the last character in the kitchen. It would have been difficult to considering the fiery beacon of curly red locks which adorned her head. Just the thought of Megan being in the same room with another woman caused a slight twinge of jealousy in the young teen and yet it was more a jealousy born of indoctrination than anything else. She reminded herself of the agreement for an open relationship she made with Megan, to stifle the uncomfortable feelings; a fact which both of them had already exploited on one time or another. Even so, this only made it a little easier for Stacy but it didn’t completely eradicate the brainwashing she’d undergone as a child of what a “normal” relationship was meant to be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Medo</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 11:03:53</strong>
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				Ariel and Darrick were discussing about other roommates. Mike couldn't help but to chuckle when Derrick made a comment about two female roommates but he didn't comment. "You want something fruity? Is Vodka and Orange juice ok?" He asked. Personally, he liked gin and tonic although among his favorite drinks were whiskey,&nbsp; bacardi cola and Pina Colada. True that some people had Pina Colada for a ladies drink but it was just delicious. "I'm glad you two are in for a game! Now we just need to see if others will be just as enthusiastic!" It was hard for Mike to cover the excitement. After all, so far he could not say anything bad about the roommates and spending some quality time with eachother could do nothing but benefit, unless of course Truth or Dare goes the wrong way. <br><br>"I'm doing masters degree of Psychology. I want to be a counselor for family problems. What about you?" It was his dream job, not since forever though. Since the childhood, he was impressed by lawyers on various shows and was sure he'll go to law school but some time during 9Th grade, psychology became his main interest. Reading psychology books and wannabe psychology books became his obsession and before he knew it, he enrolled into university of psychology. <br><br>A wild teenager, or so it seemed to Mike when he spotted another one of his housemates. "No no, not at all! Join us." He introduced himself and asked her if she would like to drink anything. Then another girl showed up and it looked like she was in her room. Mike made a mental note to check the house in full tour next time he has the time. While other roommates were catching her up, he only introduced himself and asked her what would she like to drink: "We have gin, vodka, whiskey, tequila and a variety of non alcohol drinks. Although it's highly advisable that you take an alcohol drink." He smiled and sipped on his gin and tonic. There was another glass for him waiting since Derrick decided to drink something else and Mike sure didn't want drink to get warm, so he made another swig, leaving less than half of the glass full. <br><br>After girls decided what would they like to drink and Mike served them, he suggested:"You wanna move to the living room? I don't know about you but I would feel a little more cozy over there. The couch is really comfortable! And we can play Truth or Dare if you all are for it!" Mike realised he was a little bit pushy and perhaps others didn't like that but when something was set in his heart, he wanted to do it or at least wanted to know if it will happen or not. He disliked people who were changing their mind every second or so and he could only hope his new housemates are nothing like that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 15:50:46</strong>
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				"Vodka, please." Was Megan's response as she gave Stacy a hug and a small kiss on the cheek. To her, Stacy smelled wonderful which stirred deep feelings of admiration and something that bordered on love. Of course Megan would shake the thought from her head. She had only been in love with once, back when she was fifteen, and that ended poorly for her. <br><br>When Mike mentioned Truth or Dare Megan's eyes lit up. "Seriously? Awesome. Yeah, I'm in!" She said eagerly. She hadn't played the game since she was fourteen. The game always held a special spot in her heart, remembering it was on a dare that she first got to kiss a girl. "Let me just get changed." She added, slipping away from Stacy and heading towards their room. <br><br>Megan was all ready lifting her shirt off, revealing her black bra before disappearing down the hall way. In her room she quickly changed into her casual clothes, then took a moment to adjust her make up before exiting back out and heading into the living room. She scanned area and plopped down in an empty seat on the couch in front of the TV. Not wanting to be rude, Megan waved to the others. "Hi. I'm Megan. Nice to finally meet all of you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 21:03:30</strong>
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				Ariel had hoped that the inclusion of other females would help relieve some of the butterflies that were beginning to flutter in her stomach.&nbsp; However, hearing that they were a couple and sexually involved made the butterflies only quicken.&nbsp; She didn't consider herself homophobic, she'd known girls who'd dated and been active with other girls, and guys for that matter as well.&nbsp; She'd even kissed a girl or two on a dare, but they'd been women she'd known and considered friends.&nbsp; It was well known to Ariel that most guys got off on seeing two girls kiss, for some unknown reason, and that one of the first dares was usually something along those lines.&nbsp; She sipped her Tequila Sunrise in hopes that it'd hide some of her increasing nervousness.<br><br>Ariel was eager to answer Derrick's question.&nbsp; Not because she thought what she did was all that impressive, but because she needed something else to do than focus on her own thoughts.<br><br>"I'm a med student at the university," she said as she nodded toward the general vicinity of the local campus.&nbsp; "I also work at the Abercrombie and Fitch at the local mall."<br><br>It wasn't the best job but the hours weren't horrible, except around the holidays, and the pay was better than average.<br><br>"You?"&nbsp; The red-head returned the question with genuine curiosity.&nbsp; She'd seen the scrubs and hoped they might have a common interest.<br><br>Ariel smiled at the first female roommate she'd seen.&nbsp; "Not at all.&nbsp; We're just getting acquanted.&nbsp; I'm Ariel, by the way," she said and extended her hand towards the girl with the dyed hair.&nbsp; "I really like your hair."<br><br>She wished she had the confidence to do something like that, not to mention the correct hair color.&nbsp; She liked her own hair all right, but trying to find a color that'd complement her copper colored locks hadn't been something she'd come across.&nbsp; Figuring that this would likely be her last chance to ever have a wild hair style, she hoped she could pick the other girl's brain on the subject at some point while they were living together.<br><br>She was happily trying to get to know the other three people in the room when the young Asian girl entered, pushed past Derrick with a barely audible "excuse me" and squealed as she ran to embrace Meagan; effectively ignoring the rest of them.&nbsp; It didn't leave Ariel with the best first impression.<br><br>Ariel's heart sank and she felt her back go up as she got the distinct impression that the newest member of their group all ready didn't like her.&nbsp; She gave Mike and Derrick an unvoiced question before shrugging and taking a rather large drink of her OJ and tequila.<br><br>Trying to continue the conversation from earlier, Ariel grinned at Mike.&nbsp; "That's cool.&nbsp; Psychology is awesome.&nbsp; I considered that for a little while.&nbsp; I ultimately felt that the brain was too complex for me and decided to go the other route."<br><br>Ariel watched Megan head back to her room, presumably, and idly wondered exactly what she was doing.&nbsp; <em>Was she getting something for the game?&nbsp; If so what was it?</em><br><br>Her focus thankfully pulled from her own musings once more, Ariel grinned at Mike's question about moving into the living room.&nbsp; Teasingly she replied, "well, you know the party eventually ends up in the kitchen any way.&nbsp; We're just getting a head start."&nbsp; With a friendly grin she made her way toward where Derrick was effectively blocking him off and smiled sweetly at him seeing if he'd move unasked and lead her into the living room.<br><br>She watched Megan plop down in the couch in the other room and finally let the rest of them know her name.&nbsp; "Ariel," she said in as warm and friendly a tone she could muster.&nbsp; She assumed that her earlier introduction had been missed while her two female housemates reunited after what she assumed had been an entire full day apart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 03:53:59</strong>
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				Marc was whistling absently as he approached the front door, a jazz tune that he had stuck in his head from his Pandora station at work. He was a music student in high school, and had learned to whistle rather well, though his singing voice left something to be desired.<br><br>It was strange that he considered this place home, considering the lack of time he'd spent in it. He had moved his boxes in the night before, slept for a few hours, then gotten up to head off to his marketing job. He wouldn't start his next round of being a T.A. for a lazy advertising professor until the term started up again, so he was picking up extra hours where they'd let him. He had so many ideas and projects that the firm could take advantage of, but all he was doing now was editing copy and playing tech support for men who made ten times what he did, probably with similar degrees from lesser schools, but with awesome family connections.<br><br>When he opened the door, he was instantly aware of multiple voices.<br><br><em>Oh yeah, my roommates.</em> He thought to himself. It was not an unpleasant thought, he had almost always had roommates and gotten along with them, but these were new, and he had not met them yet despite already sharing a house with them.<br><br>He closed the door behind him slowly, suddenly unsure if he wanted to intrude on the gathering they seemed to be having. He was still felt a little odd not having made introductions yet, and he felt like everyone else must already be bosom buddies compared to him. He told himself to stop thinking like that, just because some of his roommates would be students and he was University staff didn't mean they'd chase him off with torches and pitchforks...on day 1.<br><br>He hung up his coat on a rack near the door, but it slipped off and in his attempt to catch it, the rack itself almost fell. Petrified of being caught knocking everyone's coats to the ground, he wrapped his arms around it, keeping the coats as they were (except his own, which crumpled at his feet and almost tripped him, but he was willing to sacrifice that) and re-stabilizing the rack.<br><br>All of this did not go without creating some commotion, and when he saw the thick-set man with the beard peering at him, he gave a 'whoops' smile and picked his coat off the floor and carried it with him, not wanting to risk it again, seeing as his coat apparently didn't get along with all the others. <em>Hope that's not an omen</em> he thought to himself, despite his best attempt not to.<br><br>Finally, he introduced himself to the man that had seen him clumsily enter, walking toward him, holding his coat. "Unless this is my intervention...." He started, flashing a warm smile to Mike, "my name's Marc, and it's nice to finally get to meet you." Mark shook Mike's hand.<br><br>"If this IS my intervention," he continued, "then my name is Pedro, and I'll be off to church." He hoped he hadn't single handedly marked himself as the odd guy, or worse. After hearing a decent portion of his roommates would be students, he wondered how being a T.A. would affect his standing with them. He certainly didn't feel like a T.A., neither by age nor social graces. He felt like a student still, especially when surrounded by them. He was well liked by those he 'taught', he had mercy, humor, and real-world-insight, everything an honest student needed. Those who tried to troll him learned quickly that he wasn't to be fucked with though, he had a sharp tongue for jerks. Marc introduced himself to anyone near Mike who wasn't mid-conversation. When it came to his attention that they were all drinking and hanging out, he politely excused himself to Mike and said he'd go grab a drink.&nbsp; On his way to the kitchen, he tossed his coat on the back of an high-back chair in front of the counter, not giving two cares if it got wrinkled.<br><br>Anyone he passed or met between the entryway and the kitchen, he took the time to introduce himself to anyone he saw, shaking hands or giving low-fives and fist bumps if that seemed like where they were going with it. <br><br>"You bought Whiskey!?" He smiled. "Home sweet home." He poured himself a triple on the rocks and took a sip, smiling.<br><br>When he began to make his way back towards the living room to sit down, he saw the note explaining the nights festivities.<br><br>His jaw was agape. "Truth or Dare as an Icebreaker?" He said, astounded. "Where was this house when I was an undergrad?" He realized he'd said it aloud, but it didn't matter, he meant it.<br><br>"Unless someone wants to take this note away from me and eat it to destroy the evidence..." He said, feigning to keep it away from anyone that'd try. "I'm game."<br><br>He said it to anyone who'd care to listen. Marc was a bit of a ham by nature, but more than that he had a desire to fit in that didn't match the exterior body language and expressions that suggested he didn't care what anyone thought.<br><br>His mind reeled with the possibilities of the night. Even if the game didn't live up to his less-than-innocent imagination, (his imagination was especially so with with the looks of some of the girls who seemed to be joining them), it would hopefully endear himself to a house of people he had been worried would alienate him for being on the wrong side of the classroom.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>14-01-2012, 02:37:04</strong>
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				"A screwdriver sounds great," Derrick said with a grin as he accepted the drink. Not his favorite, but he wasn't going to admit to that one. Not in mixed company for sure. Maybe he shouldn't be embarrassed by something so trivial, but he'd caught so much flack about it back home he really wasn't looking forward to the thought of telling complete strangers. Ariel answering his question brought him back to the kitchen doorway that he was standing in, and the people around him.<br><br>"I'm a paramedic, actually," He replied smiling at the other two. "I won't have to do all the mending up when someone does something stupid and get's hurt then." He joked, smiling at the two new entries into the kitchen. "Ladies."<br><br>He watched them all interact, moving just enough to not get plowed over as the girl who had yet to give her name raced past him to see Megan. He couldn't help but smile as he watched them interact. They were cute together, there was no denying that much. His attention turned back to the redhead still in the kitchen with him, and with a rueful grin, he offered her his arm in the fashion of a true gentleman. ""As the lady wishes." He replied gallantly, taking a moment to see if she would take his arm before returning to the living room, drink in hand.<br><br>"We'll want to keep our eye on that one," Derrick muttered, voice low and intended for Ariel's ears as he saw another man enter the the apartment and nearly knock himself over with the coat rack. "It's usually the clumsy ones that need stitches." Somehow he managed to keep a straight face as the goofy new addition to the party, introducing himself softly, and returning the offered fist bump rather awkwardly. Then made his way into the living room and took the nearest open seat, and made himself comfortable. With a group like this, there was no telling what this night was going to bring.<br><br>Especially when Marc came back out of the kitchen seeming so very over enthusiastic about the whole thing. It was cute, the way he mimed playing keep away, and Derrick couldn't help but chuckle. This was certainly an interesting set of people he'd found himself, his mother would be ecstatic if she ever found out about this. She'd always told him he needed to be less mature, to act his age. It looked like tonight, he wouldn't have a choice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>14-01-2012, 04:01:05</strong>
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				Ariel smirked when Derrick offered her his arm.&nbsp; It was cute, and she appreciated an excuse to touch him.&nbsp; Though, honestly, all she really wanted to do at that moment was run her hands through his messy and freshly washed hair.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes were drawn to the closing of the door and she craned her neck to see who'd entered.&nbsp; She hadn't exactly been expecting one of her housemates to be so well dressed.&nbsp; She wondered what he did though she thought he looked somewhat familiar.&nbsp; She glanced back to Derrick at his whisper, "you'd have to teach me how.&nbsp; Still an undergrad remember?&nbsp; Pre-med.&nbsp; Hope to start Med school in the fall after I graduate."&nbsp; She realized that she'd left off the Pre portion of her degree and winced, "Sorry, guess I got tongue tied earlier"<br><br>"Hey, Pedro.&nbsp; The tequila is in the kitchen.&nbsp; Just what every good intervention needs," she laughed.&nbsp; Marc had a great sense of humor she thought.<br><br>Ariel awkwardly joined her left fist to the two males' as they fist bumped.&nbsp; She then slipped her arm out from around Derrik's elbow and offered it to Marc.&nbsp; "Ariel and no, I'm not related to the fish despite the hair color."&nbsp; She teased playfully.&nbsp; Though in hindsight it was a rather lame joke.<br><br>If Marc took her hand she'd shake his politely before returning it to Derrik's elbow.&nbsp; The paramedic still needed to escort her to her chair after all.<br><br>After sitting and waiting for everyone else to join, Ariel watched as Marc exited the kitchen and held out the note that she hadn't seen until Mike pointed it out to her and Derrick a few minutes ago.&nbsp; The ginger decided to play along and reached playfully for the note.<br><br>"I guess that's it then.&nbsp; Our doom is sealed.&nbsp; We're going to have to play Truth and Dare," she sighed dramatically.&nbsp; Before grinning and laughing at her own silliness.&nbsp; "So, what're the rules?&nbsp; Anything goes?&nbsp; Only two Truths before a Dare?&nbsp; Everything has to stay inside the house?&nbsp; It's freezing cold out there, we don't want anyone getting sick."&nbsp; The last bit she suggested because she'd seen a few of the guys who'd lived next door and wasn't eager to go streaking or flashing her goods around the building in case someone decided to dare her to do that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Medo</strong> on <strong>14-01-2012, 15:41:11</strong>
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				Before Mike could hand Megan a drink, she excused herself. He simply shrugged and left a glass on the kitchen table. He sipped his drink once more and continued with conversation. "Two paramedics in the house? I sure hope we won't need your knowledge, especially in my head" Mike casually laughed and continued: "So A&amp;F huh? Is it true what I heard? That they only hire models?" He made another sip and made a half smile wondering if she understood the comment as he meant it or she thought he only wanted to compliment her. Some time ago he heard that in the store, where you truly cannot see any bad looking employee, they don't give an ad out "looking for a cashier" but they rather put out an ad for a model since that's how they can hire only beautiful people. <br><br>Seeing Ariel and Derrick left the kitchen in a style of an old movies, Mike couldn't help but to flash a contented smile. For him, a romantic move like that, represented just as much admiration as bringing your loved one their favorite flower. <em>I wish someone would bring me a flower sometime</em>, he thought. He never had a real boyfriend and frankly, having someone to lie next to him every night, snuggle with him on the couch, have a night walk and more would make him really happy. <br><br><em>I like this guy</em>, went through Mike's mind when watching a newcomer who seemed to be a business man, yet knew how to be goofy. His joke didn't impress him but his clothes and appearance sure did. His smile was perfect, which caught Mike off guard for a bit, before he managed to introduce himself as Mike. Marc kept impressing him with the way he poured the whiskey on the ice and at that moment Mike felt it won't be hard to get along with Marc. <br><br>He made a short toast towards Marc and drank up the rest of his gin and tonic. Most of the people left the kitchen and had a nice chat in the living room which seemed like a perfect opportunity for Mike to serve a special champagne. Veuve was the best champagne he ever tasted it and the occasion seemed appropriate. Mike found an oval shaped shiny silver tray, placed tall glasses on it and took it to the living room with a mystery smile on his lips. He realised a smile was hardly needed but perhaps it was him trying to cover his nervousness. He glanced around and came back to the living room with a bottle of champagne, perfectly chilled. Positioning himself the way everyone could see him, he took a grand pose. He slowly removed the foil and wire cage and just after a couple of seconds cork flew across the room. Mike quickly filled the glasses and put the empty bottle on a table while he took the glass closest to him and raised it. <br><br>He looked each and one of them while he made a toast: "To us all! To the best housemates we could have, I hope!" He laughed and continued: "Joke on the side, let this night be the start of something amazing for all of us!" Mike paused for a second for a dramatic pause and finished: "Cheers!"<br><br>After he sipped the champagne, he looked around to see where he should sit and wait whether someone will invite him or not. It was a small gesture but as a true psychologist-to-be, he knew that kind of gesture can tell him which one of new friends would like his company and perhaps even which one of them not as much. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>15-01-2012, 08:58:11</strong>
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				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."&nbsp; She teased playfully.&nbsp; </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."&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; "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?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>15-01-2012, 17:43:03</strong>
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				Megan smiled politely as they all cheered for tonight's activities. Her eyes roaming over all of them, wondering what kind of things they would be thinking of. "I like the 2 truths in a row idea. Keeps things fresh and not boring..." She remarked, scooting over so her girlfriend could sit next to her.&nbsp; <br><br>The drink she had requested was strong, and at first made her cringe as it went down her throat. But none the less she was determined to finish the rest of it. Megan tilted her head to the side, eying Marc curiously. Where had she seen him before. He looked so familiar. Then it suddenly hit her. He was the TA for one of her classes. "Holy shit! I know you. Your a TA. You are in my class!" Megan blurted out suddenly. <br><br>The young punk girl looked around. She blushed, shaking her head. "Sorry! It was puzzling to me why he looked so familiar." Megan said, pointing at Marc. Megan forced herself to take another drink to shut herself up. She was nervous a bit, and also excited. Truth or Dare games always had the potential to turn into something naughty, and that was something Megan liked. The girls were pretty and the men seemed nice enough, well, at least they didn't come off as drunk frat boys. <br><br>Her eyes briefly looked Ariel over, admiring her figure, and secretly hoping that she would get the chance to kiss this red headed beauty. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 21:37:23</strong>
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				Mike struck a nerve momentarily as he made the comment about two paramedics.&nbsp; It was a hangup of hers that people didn't listen when she talked.&nbsp; She had just explained it to Derrik, though perhaps Mike hadn't heard that.&nbsp; She hadn't spoken as clearly as she should've to begin with and there was a lot going on.&nbsp; A drink of her tequila and OJ and a deep breath and she let it go.&nbsp; Her smile returned to her face.<br><br>"Well I'm not a model and they let me work there.&nbsp; They do tell me to go hide in the back every now and then, I always wondered about that," she said jokingly.&nbsp; "Yeah, I actually had a friend in high school who attended a job fair, went to the Abercrombie booth and was told he was too fat to work for them.&nbsp; I would've taken anything else I could find, but I guess beggars can't be choosers.&nbsp; You can check my wardrobe, I don't own any of their clothes."<br><br>She took a middle seat on the couch next to Marc and patted the cushion beside her for either Mike or Derrik.&nbsp; She wouldn't mind getting comfy with one of the guys if they all wanted to sit there, but considering the game, and that they were male, she doubted more than one of them would take her up on her offer.<br><br>Marc made the comment about her legs; a fitting corny comment to her mermaid joke, in her opinion.&nbsp; &nbsp;She extended one pant covered leg as if showing it off, "well thank you.&nbsp; I guess that does most definitely make me a mammal.&nbsp; I guess all those kids in middle school had never seen a fish before," she winked at Marc and felt her face warm.&nbsp; <br><br>She never did have a good poker face.<br><br>Mike poured the champagne and gave his toast and Ariel clinked glasses with everyone and took a sip.&nbsp; It was quite good actually, the guy had taste, fashion and a personality.&nbsp; Ariel bit her lip as she came to a stereotypical conclusion, but didn't want to say anything out loud.&nbsp; Well that made one guy unavailable.<br><br>She turned her attention to the group in general, "So Derrik is a paramedic, Mike is a Psych grad student, I'm an undergrad, Marc must be a struggling standup comic.&nbsp; Meagan, what do you do?"&nbsp; <br><br>A sly smile had been directed at Marc as she skipped over him.&nbsp; He had the personality to ingratiate himself to the group, Meagan seemed a bit more reserved and it was Ariel's hope to draw her out of her shell a little.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>18-01-2012, 01:10:19</strong>
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				Mark entered following a brief commotion in the hall, with his greeting about as energetic as his assault on the coat rack. It was unfortunate that Megan had made such a hasty retreat as Stacy could’ve done with her social-shield at that point; someone to huddle behind for protection. With a “meep”, Stacy was one of the guests to accept Mark’s handshake while offering a soft greeting of her own. As soon as she was able however she broke free and promptly made her way into the closest bathroom, all while finishing the beverage Mike had presented earlier in a few nervous gulps. The kitchen had been so busy she wasn’t even certain if he had noticed her accept the drink. That and he seemed fairly intent on getting to the living room and engaging in a game of Truth or Dare. “Note to self, don’t get in the way of Mike and a game of Truth or Dare,” she mumbled jokingly to herself, with a few deep breaths thrown in for good measure and a quick touch up in front of the mirror. <br><br>Thankfully, she could already feel the alcohol working its way into her system as she exited the bathroom, almost tripping over a bag someone had left just outside the kitchen along her way to the group.<br><br>As she entered, the young Asian was instantly greeted by the apartment’s minimalistic lounge and its sumptuous mix of creamy whites and oranges, colours which left Stacy just dying to sink her teeth into a tart dessert or delicious orange cake. The thought of which prompted another grumble from her tummy. “I really need to find something to nibble,” she muttered to herself with a blush, hoping nobody overheard. At the moment, Mike was standing at the centre, posed as if he’d just performed a great magical feat, while the rest had scattered onto the nearby seats. Derrick was seated by himself while Ariel had the company of Mark, who Stacy now knew to be Megan’s teacher; a discovery she overheard in a squeal just before entering. After seeing Megan seated by herself, Stacy swiftly entered the room.<br><br>“Don’t try starting the fun without me now,” she giggled as she deftly whirled around Mike, snatched a glass from the tray and plopped down onto the seat beside Meg, just in time to raise her champagne and grin, “Kampai! I’m Stacey Nakamura and I look forward to playing with you all.” Luckily any innuendo flew right over her head thanks to a slight alcoholic buzz and a wave of relief over getting her own general “hello” out of the way. “Better late than never,” Stacey thought in an effort to assure herself over both the belayed toast and introduction.<br><br>Following in Megan’s footsteps, the teen took a quick swig from her glass, all in the name of Irish Justice… or is that Greek Bravery? With a small gasp, she allowed the beverage to burn its way down her throat before offering Megan an apologetic smile and peck on the cheek. “Sorry sweetie, I’m having a bit of difficulty adjusting after such a long day.” This didn’t mean she wasn’t sharp enough to note when something important was amiss however. “By the way, what happened to your delish popcorn-y smell?” Stacy’s smile turned to a playful pout at this revelation as if it was more jarring than having Megan openly ogle the striking redhead. It would’ve been hypocritical if she’d taken offense as it wasn’t as if she hadn’t snuck a peak herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>18-01-2012, 08:32:42</strong>
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				"Oh right! Megan! Hello." He said, stupidly. He was face palming himself on the inside. He wasn't exactly sure what the faculty code said about T.A.'s playing drunken party games with their students. He had though she had looked familiar, but he had chalked it up to thinking the spunky girl was hot.<br><br>Thankfully, she had not lingered long on the topic. That was when Stacey returned to join them. He had only briefly gotten to meet her, as he had been recovering from the poor first impression of dancing with a coat rack.<br><br>He had to smile. What was it about this place that seemed to only take renters that made his jaw drop? He would not normally claim to have Asian women as his average romantic interest, but Stacey was easily making him ready to write it in stone if they looked like her. <br><br>Mrc had already been overly goofy in front of her, so he did his damnedest to play it cool now. He sipped his whiskey, having polished off his champagne. The thought of Truth or Dare with this crew was...entertaining.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>18-01-2012, 14:31:47</strong>
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				Megan wrapped her arms around Stacy and gave her a hug and returned the kiss on the cheek with one on the lips. It was innocent and loving, not one of the more passionate kisses they shared when entwined under bed sheets. Her eyes went to Ariel and she replied: "I work in the entertainment business. I create culinary master pieces for the millions of juvenile delinquents. Mostly known as filling pop corn buckets at the movie theater..." <br><br>As the words rolled off her mouth, Megan shook her head in self disgust. She hated her job. She quickly took another sip of her drink, letting the alcohol take away all the bad memories of the day! "But enough about my crappy job, lets get this game going." Megan said, a slender arm draping around Stacy's shoulder.&nbsp; She felt more comfortable now out of her work clothes. The black tank top was tight on her lithe frame and offered more skin to be seen. She was wearing a cute black push up bra that helped give her small breasts some cleavage. Stacy had picked out one day when they were at the mall together. <br><br>As the group mingled and began to ready themselves for the game, Megan's hand would leave Stacy's shoulder and mischievously slide under her shirt, caressing the soft skin of her back. Of course Megan tried to play it off as a nonchalant maneuver, but the truth was that she missed her lover. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 03:15:35</strong>
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				Derrick settled on the couch beside Ariel, gesturing Mike over when he didn't seem to have any immediate plans on where to sit. He shook his head to the champagne, sipping instead at the drink still in his hand, and watched the people around him. When the topic of the rules of the game came up, he nodded along with the general consensus, not feeling the need to add anything to the discussion. He took another large swallow of his drink. "So," He started, looking around when it seemed that everyone was settling in. "Who's first?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Medo</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 19:27:06</strong>
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				A seat next to Derrick was empty and Mike happily took it after a nice Derrick's gesture. It seems that generally people were ready to start with a game and that almost ended Mike's responsibilites for the night. He knew once the game gets going, it won't stop for a while but getting people to start a game could be harder job. Besides, they were all drinking which was bound to make an evening even more interesting. While thinking about what the night could bring, he had to establish one rule that they would probably forget and while doing that, he felt it would be wise to again repeat all the rules.<br><br>"So lets repeat all the rules, shall we? <br>1. If it is your turn, you choose who you will ask Truth or Dare, however, you cannot ask the person who just asked you previous round;<br>2. You cannot choose truth 3 times in a row;<br>3. In order of not completing the dare, whole group will decide on the punishment;<br>4. All dares need to happen in the house;<br>5. Please no blood related dares;<br>6. No pictures or videos can be taken;<br>7. When you are ordering a dare, you can choose more than one person, you need to decide though, whose turn for asking ToD next will be;"<br><br>As he finished with the rules, he waited some moments to see if everyone agreed to it. Once everything was settled, he did the next step just after he finished his champagne. "Who would like to start? Ladies perhaps?" He was too shy to start first for it seemed the group got on quite well and he felt it's not his job anymore to be the heart of a group. He returned the champagne glass to the table, took his gin, leaned back on a sofa, crossed his legs and watched as the first housemate started the game. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 20:12:15</strong>
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				Ariel smiled at Derrick as he joined her and then Mike when he sat next to Derrick.&nbsp; She idly wondered if she was going to have her hands full with three men.&nbsp; The other two girls didn't seem to pay the men any attention and were much more interested in each other.&nbsp; It seemed odd to Ariel, but hopefully once the game started that would change.<br><br>Ariel listened to Mike's rules and nodded.&nbsp; She'd just have to remember not to balk at any of the dares when she received them, though figuring out a suitable punishment for someone could be fun she admitted.<br><br>"Nothing nasty either, I mean stuff that belongs in the bathroom.&nbsp; Let's just have a fun, sexy game,' she added and looked at the others for agreement.<br><br>After waiting a moment to hear if anyone had anything else to add, Ariel glanced at Mike shrugged slightly and said, "Truth."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Medo</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 20:39:51</strong>
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				When mentioning bathroom things, Mike's heartbit got a bit faster. He didn't mind the watersports, however, he wasn't a fan of the idea of doing it in front of housemates. It could very well create a wrong impression or better said, right impression but the one Mike didn't want to give. <br><br>Upon hearing the word sexy, he checked the housemates again and smiled to himself. Interesting group for sure, he thought. <br><br>"No no Ariel. I didn't mean it like that," Mike said in a surprised tone. "I meant as who would like to be the first to ask anyone else Truth or Dare?" I would rather not start, you know, being shy and all that." He blushed strongly, leaving a hot feeling on his cheeks. At that point, he was happy he doesn't have a super power of hearing other people's thoughts and instead of looking at others, he raised his glass and made a few sips of gin and tonic while looking down, pretending he's cleaning his t-shirt. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 21:36:14</strong>
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				He held in a light-hearted snicker at the mentioning of the no blood and no toilet play rules. It made him wonder what truth or dare games he had missed, not that he would have been interested in either of those categories. it was simply unusual hearing them out loud.<br><br>After Ariel chimed in with her selection of "truth" and it was apparent that Mike had not intended for it to be his turn, Marc shrugged. <br><br>"Tag out, Mike?" He mimicked a wrestling tag-out from across the gap between them. "I'll get us started? And since we already have a volunteer for truth..." He gave a glace to Ariel beside him.<br><br>He waited to see if anyone had objections to him starting them off. If none surfaced, he proceeded.&nbsp; He tried to think of a truth that wasn't downright erotic, yet got the game started in the right direction. The one he settled on was certainly more on the naughty side than not, but he didn't want to have to hem and haw to think of another one.<br><br>"Ariel. Imagine you have the distinct honor of having one of your intimate techniques named after you. Forever after this sensual maneuver will be known as 'The Ariel', or something like that. What technique would they name after you, due to your brilliance at it or it's uniqueness?"&nbsp; <br><br>He took a sip, hoping no one would think that he had a one track mind....he <em>did</em>, but they didn't need to know that.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 00:01:22</strong>
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				Ariel smirked at Mike, "Right, you're shy," she winked teasingly.<br><br>She'd formed several opinions of Mike, but shy was not on the list.&nbsp; After all, he'd been the one to set up the Truth or Dare, organize everything, buy the alcohol and champagne and herd everyone into the living room for the game.&nbsp; Shy didn't seem to fit.&nbsp; Though perhaps it was a side to him she hadn't seen yet.<br><br>The ginger shrugged, "I don't care, someone give me a question.&nbsp; The answers are yes, yes, no, only every other Saturday, and absolutely," she joked again.&nbsp; <br><br>It didn't take long for Marc to step into the vacancy Mike had left.&nbsp; Marc seemed pretty gung-ho about it too.&nbsp; She glanced around to see if anyone wanted to ask her something and since it didn't seem like someone was going to capitalize on the opportunity she looked to her right and gave Marc and warm smile.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=128362.msg5754351#msg5754351">Quote from: Westal on 20-01-2012, 21:36:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He held in a light-hearted snicker at the mentioning of the no blood and no toilet play rules. It made him wonder what truth <br>"Ariel. Imagine you have the distinct honor of having of of your intimate techniques named after you. Forever after this sensual maneuver will be known as 'The Ariel', or something like that. What technique would they name after you, due to your brilliance at it or it's uniqueness?"&nbsp; </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She laughed out loud, "Oh, boy.&nbsp; I feel like I need to write an essay now," she smiled warmly at Marc.&nbsp; "The Ariel?&nbsp; That just sounds dirty," she looked around the room as she felt her cheeks flush.&nbsp; "Okay... well I kind of have an oral fetish.&nbsp; Though I don't know if I do anything unique or brilliantly.&nbsp; Never heard any complaints though.. she smirked with a shrug, "So maybe, if anything had to be called "The Ariel", she air quoted, "I'd say maybe giving head."<br><br>She finished off her tequilla and OJ after that one.&nbsp; She could still feel her cheek muscles contract in her larger than normal smile and the hot flush around her ears.&nbsp; <em>Well no one was going to call you a "goody two-shoes" after this anyway,</em> Ariel thought to herself.<br><br>She set her empty glass on the sofa table and looked at Marc, with an embarrassed grin.&nbsp; "Good enough or do I need to extrapolate professor?&nbsp; I think I need another drink," she commented to no one in particular.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 01:14:15</strong>
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				Boy, did he ever want her to expand on that. He could listen to the redhead talk about giving head <em>all day</em>. However, it seemed unsporting to ask more after she gave a perfectly legitimate answer.<br><br>"Unless you'd like to tell us anything specific you do that would earn you such recognition." He said, giving a quick wink to her, apparently not hating that idea. "I'd say that's just fine. here, I'll get you another drink. A screwdriver?" &nbsp;<br><br>He picked up her glass and hopped off of the couch, taking his glass as well for a refill. <br><br>"Anyone else need a refill?" He asked everyone, taking as many as he could for anyone needing new refreshments.<br><br>"If nothing else you'd like to take credit for, that would make it your turn." He said to Ariel as he made his way to the liquor stash.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 01:25:18</strong>
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				She grinned.&nbsp; <em>Oh, I bet you'd like to know,</em> she thought.&nbsp; <em>Well, it is Truth or Dare, they may just be asking for a demonstration later.</em><br><br>When Marc offered to refill her drink, grabbed her glass and left to go to the kitchen she smiled at him appreciatively and gave a small shrug, "It doesn't matter.&nbsp; That's just the first thing I saw.&nbsp; If you specialize in something... I'll be happy with whatever you bring back for me.&nbsp; Even if it's the whole bottle," she joked.<br><br>Discovering that she was off the hot seat and it was her turn to pick a victim she smiled slyly and glanced about at her housemates.&nbsp; The girls both looked cute together, and in a sign, one she hoped would be adopted, of solidarity she decided she'd pick on the boys.&nbsp; Marc had temporarily earned a reprieve since he'd offered to get her drink, which left Derrik and Mike.&nbsp; Knowing that Mike wasn't quite ready to participate, circumstance pretty much made her choice for her.<br><br>The redhead turned to her left and gazed into the paramedic's eyes, "Derrick, Truth or Dare?"&nbsp; Ariel asked as the sly smile on her lips grew an inch more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 01:50:40</strong>
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				Derrick bit his lip against a snigger as Marc asked his question. Leave it to the cute goof to come up with the most unique, embarrassing of questions. He bit his lip, cheeks reddening at her response. Oh what a night he'd gotten himself into. He drained his glass in a few hurried swallows, and held it out to Marc as he got up to refill drinks. "Whatever you get for her please," He requested with a smile. He was going to be needing that alcohol more than he thought that he would. All thoughts of staying sober were quickly leaving his head. The would eat him alive if he didn't loosen up a bit.<br><br>They were going to eat him alive anyway... <br><br>At least that's what he surmised when Ariel's eyes turned to him full of mischief with a sly little grin tugging at her lips. Those lips she'd just confessed to loving to have wrapped around a man's cock. He swallowed convulsively, blushing all the brighter. <br><br>"Dare," He said quickly. Possibly too quickly, but given the current thoughts going through these people's minds he was afraid of what they may ask. He wasn't feeling too up to confessing at the moment that he was a virgin. Maybe after a few more drinks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 02:03:23</strong>
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				Ariel gave Derrick a surprised look when he said Dare.&nbsp; She wasn't expecting anyone to take a dare on their first turn, and hadn't really thought of one before she asked Derrick.&nbsp; She looked around the room at the other people around as she tried to come up with some inspiration.&nbsp; She even tilted her head over the back of the couch to look at Marc in the kitchen.&nbsp; <br><br>Her teeth bit lightly onto her lower lip as she quietly made her decision.&nbsp; "Okay, I dare you to give a two minute passionate kiss to..." she stared at the two girls for a moment as that devious smile played on her lips then gave a contemplative look towards Marc and Mike.&nbsp; Finally her eyes locked onto Derrick's, "me," she shrugged lightly.<br><br>She'd been wanting to kiss him since she saw him, it seemed like this was as good an opportunity as any, and it definitely set the mood for the future of the game.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 02:29:42</strong>
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				Derrick's discomfort rose as she took her time looking around before telling him his dare. This was nothing like the dares he'd become accustomed too when he'd played this game with his siblings. It had always been quick and easy then. Steal the dogs bone, jump the creek. Simple things that could be dangerous, but didn't take anything more than a little courage to complete. Something told him this would be a little more daring in an entirely different way.<br><br>"Kiss you?" He couldn't help but question as her eyes settled on him and she spoke her challenge. He blinked, face brightening yet again. He wasn't intoxicated enough for this yet. When had he last kissed someone? He'd be about ten hadn't he? That hadn't been a girl, though there had been a few he'd wanted to kiss. This one, after all the talk of an oral fetish and what it had done to his insides, was certainly one of them... "Okay," He cleared his throat.<br><br>He glanced around at the others, knowing that they would likely be watching even if it didn't seem like they were, swallowed again, and then leaned slightly closer to her. He moved his hand towards the side of her face to help with positioning, and closed the distance to press his lips lightly against hers. Beyond this, he was clueless, but he just kind of went with it. Taking his cues from the lady he was kissing. It certainly wasn't unpleasant after all, the feeling of her full lips under his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 02:56:23</strong>
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				Ariel brought her mouth to his.&nbsp; She had asked him after all.&nbsp; He was extremely gentle as he cupped her cheek and she could feel her heart race with excitement as his lips drew ever closer.&nbsp; She allowed her eyes to close a moment before she felt the soft, moist press of his lips upon her own.&nbsp; Then it just paused.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes parted questioningly and from the tension around his eyes and shoulders, she could tell he wasn't sure what to do from there.&nbsp; Had she just asked a gay guy to kiss her?&nbsp; That was the first thing she wondered.&nbsp; He wasn't pulling away in disgust, maybe he just didn't have as much experience as she thought he would've.<br><br>Ariel scooted herself closer to Derrick.&nbsp; She found his hand in hers and guided it to her side, her other hand moved to the hand that cradled her cheek and brushed it gently yet encouragingly.&nbsp; She closed her eyes again, parted her mouth against his and lightly brushed her tongue against his lips as she silently asked if his tongue could come out and play.<br><br>This wasn't exactly the passionate kiss she'd had in mind, but there was still some time in that two minute stipulation to coax the shy paramedic out of his inexperienced shell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 03:12:10</strong>
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				Derrick felt Ariel move closer to him, and adjusted himself to accommodate, taking her cue when she put his hand on her waist, and tugging her slightly closer. Then her lips opened and he felt her tongue asking for entrance, and he hesitated for just a moment before opening his lips just enough for the tip of his tongue to brush lightly against hers. The feeling was electric, and some deep instinct that had been sleeping woke.<br><br>He was sure that there was little finesse to what happened next, but he tugged her close up against his body, and pressed her lips a little more roughly with his, teasing her tongue with his. The hand that had been cupping her face moved backwards ever so slightly to tangle lightly in her hair as he moved his lips over hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 04:34:42</strong>
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				Ariel grinned against Derrick's mouth.&nbsp; This was more what she had originally hoped for.<br><br>Her tongue slid gently and electrically along his, in a slow courtship that slowly became a very addictive and pleasant feeling.&nbsp; When their tongues weren't touching, she sucked on his lips, or if she had managed to coax his tongue into her mouth, she sucked firmly upon his tongue.&nbsp; The thought of the others watching was just that more erotic.&nbsp; She didn't really care if anyone was keeping track of the time, as the warmth and passion from Derrick was slowly increasing.<br><br>Knowing that there were other people in the room, she wasn't sure what to do with her hands.&nbsp; Finally, after picking at his shirt and a bit of fumbling, she decided to rest her hands lightly on his shoulders.&nbsp; There her fingertips moved tenderly over his shirt and felt the toned muscles that lay underneath.&nbsp; She idly wondered if she could dare all the men to take their shirts off on her next turn.&nbsp; Though she didn't really want to waste a dare on that.&nbsp; Not when this dare was giving her this much pleasure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Medo</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 13:06:53</strong>
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				After the center of attention has moved away from Mike, he felt closer to relaxed again. He was glad Marc took the initiative. Mike couldn't help but to stare at Marc for a second. It was bold move and it set the game in the direction perhaps not everyone expected. Mike has been playing Truth or Dare games before and though it did usually include questions like that one, it never started with such question. <em>Well, at least we know what Marc expects from the evening</em>, Mike thought and smirked. <br><br>"Well, I just didn't want to start," he said while laughing awkwardly at Ariel's comment about his shyness. He could understand why she would not see him as a shy type. Afterall, he made everyone to play the game. It was something even he couldn't really understand. In certain situations he just got the energy to be the outgoing and extroverted. And though he didn't want to start the game, he felt more ready already. Probably finishing his drink helped. <br><br>Ariel's answer was quite short, not that she needed to say more. If anyone thought she was an innocent girl, well that opinion got crushed. He couldn't help but to imagine himself in a nightclub, dancing and fooling around with a cute guy and whispering in his ear:"You want the Ariel?" He chuckled at the thought and tried to pretend he's cleaning his throat. <br><br>Mike passed his glass to Marc, expressing his gratitude. It was not in his nature to ask others to do things for him and when they did, he was really grateful, even if it was a small gesture as refilling his glass. "I'll take anything you bring me," he said, before Marc disappeared to the kitchen. <br><br>Derrick's decision on Dare was a surprise to Mike. Especially since Mike got a feeling Derrick is more on the shy side. Ariel gave him one of the most common dares, with a twist though. It showed that Ariel is definitely interested in both other guys, considering her flirting with Marc and dare with Derrick. The kiss was definitely interesting. He didn't have such a good view but they both seemed to enjoy it. Especially after first awkwardness perhaps or so it seemed, they got off, becoming more active with their hands as well. <br><br>Mike didn't care for the 2 minutes rule but at some point he felt it was enough and they should save some of that attraction to a later point of the game. "Ok ok you love birds. Time is up I believe." He added a grin, in case Ariel and Derrick would be upset he stopped them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 14:08:59</strong>
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				Marc had come back into the room towards the end of Ariel and Derrick's kiss. He gave the perfunctory cat-call, not having known the dare.<br><br>He had the distinct impression that Ariel was leading the charge on the kiss, which gave him a little shiver of possibilities. The red head was turning out to be a little firecracker. He enjoyed women that knew what they wanted and made it happen.<br><br>He'd come back in two trips, first with refills of everyone's previous drinks (he explained that he'd show them his experimental drinks when there wasn't "so much on the line", jokingly). He did, however, make the drinks strong. The second trip was with his whiskey.<br><br>"Adorable." He said sincerely but with a coy smile. He wasn't jealous, he was happy the shy Derrick got such a kiss. He was however, eager for his dare, though he knew not all dares were created equally sexy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 21:10:45</strong>
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				Derrick tensed slightly as she sucked hard on his tongue as it chased hers into her mouth in a dance as old as time. That didn't stop a soft moan though as he felt a soft tingling in his belly that slowly started to spread outwards and down. Assuming that she would enjoy the gesture as well, he tentatively drew her tongue into his mouth, and returned it. He really hoped that he was doing alright. That kiss when he was a kid had certainly never gotten quite this far. That boy hadn't been nearly so good with his lips either, and his mind strayed back to her truth. What would that feel like, he couldn't help but wonder.<br><br>He was just starting to relax into the kiss, and the feeling of her small hands on his shoulders when they were interrupted. The reminder that he had an audience stole away all thoughts of what those lips of hers would feel like on other parts of his body. He pulled away quickly, cheeks bright red and stammering. He couldn't stop a few side long glances at Ariel though, as he steadied his breathing and tried very hard to ignore how suddenly his loose jeans had begun to feel uncomfortably tight. He snatched up the drink that Marc had brought back for him and downed a good half of it, and then he was spluttering slightly because it was much stronger this time around.<br><br>He glanced around at the others, trying to gauge their reactions. Would there be more dares like this one in his future? He both hoped for and dreaded that there would be. "I guess that makes it my turn, if the lady is satisfied?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 21:57:26</strong>
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				Ariel giggled unexpectedly against Derrick's mouth when he copied her trick.&nbsp; He was a fast learner and she daydreamed about a few things she'd like an opportunity to teach him before she heard Mike's voice calling time.&nbsp; She didn't really want to stop kissing him, but she felt him pull away quickly after Mike's announcement.<br><br>She inhaled deeply and smiled warmly when she saw how red his face had gotten.<br><br>Knowing it'd make him even redder, she playfully fanned her face with her hand as she leaned back against the couch and took her drink from Marc, with a quiet thank you. <br><br>"I guess I'm satisfied for now," she teased and affectionately rested her hand on his thigh.<br><br>Her eyes moved around at their audience subtly as she wondered what the others had thought.&nbsp; When they rested on Marc she recalled hearing the catcalls and something else... adorable?&nbsp; &nbsp;Figuring it was all in fun she decided to stick her tongue out at the man teasingly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 00:35:29</strong>
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				Derrick blushed and his muscles tightened under Ariel's hand as it came to rest on his thigh. What has she meant for now? Not that he could say he minded the attention she was giving him. She was cute, and obviously smart. There were worse things in the world than having someone who was good looking and smart panting at your heels. He's just always thought... <br><br>He shook his head to clear it. That was neither here nor there. Eventually he'd get around to figuring out that particular issue, but for now there was no harm in just relaxing and going with the flow. He took a sip of his drink as he looked around the room. It was his turn to pick someone now. Who would he choose?<br><br>The girls that were together seemed to be pretty into each other at the moment. It seemed a little rude to break them up so early on. He could pick on Marc, it was true, but the goof had been kind enough to refill his drink. That just left Mike. The one who's idea this game had been to begin with. The one who had let someone else kick it off.<br><br>"Mike," He said, smiling that the man beside him, a dazzling white smile that promised something dastardly may be about to happen. "Truth or Dare?" <br><br>Derrick paused for just a moment when Mike called "dare". He wasn't sure what to have the man do. He'd kind of been hoping for the fellow to say "truth" he'd never been the best at dares. Then his hand brushed against the pocket of his pants, and he felt a small bulge here. A pack of gum he'd bought last time he'd worn these jeans. He smirked, pulling out the pack of gum and taking a piece from it. "I dare you," he started, unwrapping the piece of gum and placing it on the thigh not currently occupied by Ariel's hand. "To put this piece of gum into the mouth of anyone in this room, without using your hands." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Medo</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 03:37:27</strong>
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				"Thank you," Mike thanked Marc for the refill. He sipped a bit and complimented his drink mixing. Mike knew he would soon be drunk enough to take his clothes off without feeling bad. Not that it was in his hands if and when would that happen though. He liked where the game was going, though it was hardly possible he could get any real action. At least considering Marc was flirting with Ariel as much as he could and Derrick just had a 2 minute kiss with Ariel, which clearly he enjoyed it, after not minding Ariel’s hand on his thigh. <br><br>When Derrick chose Mike as his victim, Mike already knew he will choose dare and not a truth. It was a simple decision. Truth meant revealing something personal and dare didn’t. It was true he was not completely sober anymore but he decided to wait at least one more round before choosing truth as his answer. <br><br>“What will it be Derrick? Something just as sexy as what just happened?” Mike smiled to cover his nervousness. He wasn’t sure how naughty Derrick’s mind was because it seemed like he was the shyest of them all but Mike learnt far ago that people can surprise. <br><br>Getting the dare to put the gum to someone’s mouth without using hands surprised Mike. Not so much the actual dare but that he was able to choose the person himself. When deciding who he will pick as his target, he got a smirk on his face. Mike couldn’t know if Marc or Derrick had any interest in guys sexually, but for one of them, he was going to know very soon.<br><br>Mike made one more sip of his drink, before placing the glass on the table, to free his hands. Afterwards, he carefully put his lips around the chewing gum and gently sucked it in his mouth. He looked around to see the expressions of other housemates when they would think they were the ones Mike would pass the gum to. After exchanging looks with other ones, his eyes got a new target, Derrick. <br><br>So you wanted a kiss? He left the word “see” out of the sentence deliberately and waited a couple of moments before finishing his thought:” You’ve got it!” Mike flashed him a quick smile. Mike hoped that would confuse Derrick whether Mike actually wanted a kiss because of the attraction or Mike was just goofing around along with founding a way to get even for picking him. <br><br>Mike moved closer to Derrick, turning his body towards his direction as much as he could. Being close enough that Mike’s stocky figure was just an inch away from touching Derrick, gave Mike a perfect view of a beautiful face.&nbsp; Messy hair, cute eyes behind a big black glasses and lips, those big, soft, willing lips, or so Mike imagined it. He placed the chewing gum on the center of his tongue, leaned closer and opened his mouth, waiting for Derrick to make the next step. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 16:43:02</strong>
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				Megan could only Smirk as she leaned her watched the dare that was going on. She found the kiss between Ariel and Derrick to be quite sweet and a bit sexual. The young punk took another sip of her drink and leaned back against the couch. Her hand under Stacy's shirt never stopped moving, caressing the soft skin. That's what she loved about women. They were soft, and smelled great. She had a few experiences with men, but most ended poorly. They either were too rough or cared only about getting off as quickly as possible.&nbsp; <br><br>As Mike Suggested the that Derrick take the gum from him in a sensual manner, Megan could only help to notice that both seemed to have soft lips. She then began to wonder if Derrick would take Mike up on the offer or would it end sadly? The anticipation made her stomach churn with butterflies.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 17:03:26</strong>
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				<em>A kiss? I never said anything about a kiss!</em> Derrick though frantically, but the challenge had been made, and accepted. Now he had to deal with the fall out. Mike's body all but pressing against his wasn't nearly as disturbing as it should have been, given that he barely knew the fellow. Maybe it was how teasing yet calm he was being about the whole thing. Maybe it was the acceptance of inevitability, or maybe, just maybe, it was because for the longest time Derrick himself had thought he'd gone for guys... He could think about that later. Right now there was a piece of gum in front of him, and he wasn't going to be the reason a dare didn't get completed.<br><br>"I guess turnabout is only fair," He said softly, closing the last little bit of distance, and opening his mouth for the piece of gum. His blush was&nbsp; back, he could feel it, and he was more aware than ever of Ariel's hand on his thigh with Mike's large figure hovering so near him. His heart rate picked up just a bit. Well, he'd gone this far, he may as well help it along a little. Then this would be over that much more quickly and he could hopefully stop being quite so concerned about why all of this was starting to turn him...<br><br>With a bracing breath, and a quick swallow of the saliva that had been building up in his mouth for some reason, he darted his tongue out between his lips and made a tentative snatch for it with his tongue. If Mike didn't help him though, the attempt would be futile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Medo</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 18:25:40</strong>
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				Derrick surprised Mike yet again. Boy seemed to be far from innocent himself, or so it seemed. With no visible hesitation, Derrick darted his tongue in Mike's mouth. At first, Mike's eyes shown a feeling of surprise but he quickly pulled himself together to cease the opportunity he has been given. As Mike's eyes closed, other senses took the control. The smell of freshly brushed teeth mixed with vodka was playing with Mike's nostrils, the only thing he could hear was his own heartbit which got faster as the boy's lips got closer and one of his hands found it's way to gently slide over Derrick's back while other one rested above his hip, barely touching his shirt. <br><br>As Mike's mouth got the second tongue in, Mike's reaction was purely a reflex. His mouth got sealed together with Derrick's mouth and not knowing whether boy would like it or not, his tongue started playing with Derrick's tongue, slowly and gently, forgetting the gum was even there. If Derrick were to finish the kiss, Mike would make sure to give the gum as well, that way at least they can finish the dare. He wished he wouldn't though. Derrick's lips felt even softer than he could imagine. Mike's head turned slightly to the right, just enough he brushed his lips against Derrick's.<br><br>Mike couldn't deny it, he liked the paramedic. He had to get the feeling out of his head though. He can't like him. It's probably not even both ways attraction. And worse, he is even his housemate, he will have to see him everyday, see him bringing home girls... If only you could rationalize the sexual attraction and could tell your brains "no!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 20:46:07</strong>
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				He had been glad that Ariel had taken his teasing cat call as the well-meaning banter it was, and he returned her stuck out tongue with a feigned haughty incredulity and a friendly wink.<br><br>Marc had taken a long draw from his new whiskey glass when Derrick assigned the dare to Mike, even though he was starting to feel his first round just fine. He had to assume that others would give a better experience for Mike's enjoyment, as he'd never kissed a man, and until tonight, was confident he'd never be in a position to.<br><br>The idea of being chosen didn't frighten him, and it definitely didn't disgust him, it just sent him on an odd journey into his own insecurities, and his secure yet stubborn sexuality. He avoided eye contact with Derrick and then Mike as the victim was being scoped, not wanting to give the impression that he'd be any fun for the assignment. He felt bad about doing so, not wanting to seem homophobic, which was something that he was very fervent about not showing sign of, and battling against foes with smaller minds. He knew that emotions weren't always rational, perhaps his least of all.<br><br>He did smile when Derrick and Mike shared the kiss. It was sweet and damned better than he could have done, he confirmed. He left his (good natured) remarks unsaid, leaving a smile on his face so he hopefully wouldn't be seen as anything but pleased with Mike getting some enjoyment with another man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 21:07:26</strong>
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				Derrick froze for just a moment as what had been intended as a way to usher the bit of gum into his mouth turned quite suddenly into a kiss. That moment was quickly over though as he figured 'what the hell' and ran with it. This was all in fun after all. He was sure that things a million times more embarrassing that looking like a man whore kissing two people in five minutes would be occurring before the night was out. The slight buzz from all the booze certainly didn't hurt. Besides, Mike was actually kinda fun to kiss, what with his full lips and the insistent pressure of his much larger body. It was rather erotic in it's own way.<br><br>That his mind started going down that road was what snapped Derrick out of it, and he rather abruptly fished the piece of gum from Mike's mouth, and ended the kiss with a finally little almost involuntary nibble to this lower lip. Had he really been contemplating just letting things run their course and seeing where they ended up? In front of all these people? With a near perfect stranger, and a ladies hand on this thigh? More than that, had he been hoping she'd join them?<br><br>"I think that's enough booze for me for the moment," He said a bit breathless. Then he cleared his throat self consciously and placed his less than half full second glass on the table. "Your turn Mike." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Medo</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 23:55:51</strong>
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				Fireworks started in Mike’s chest when Derrick gave the feedback in a rather oral way. It was only when Derrick started trying to get the gum, Mike stopped with gentle sliding on the man’s back and helped him get the gum. The sweet moment passed without fully realising what happened. One moment Derrick seemed just as excited as Mike was and the next he finished a kiss. Mike was full of doubts. Was Derrick bisexual, did he finish the kiss because he wasn’t sure of himself, did the audience bother him, would he want more, eventually? <br><br>Mike’s only choice was to accept the man’s decision with hope that the evening will bring him the answers. After all, there are not only dares in this game. “It’s been a pleasure, sharing the dare with you,” Mike said and made a goofy smile along a wink. He placed himself comfortably on the couch, still feeling warmth of Derrick’s lips. <br><br><em>Who would I choose next?</em> He felt Ariel had enough action going on and Marc was kind enough to start the game when Mike didn’t feel like it. It was a time for two other ladies to join the game. He randomly chose one of them and asked: “Stacy is it? Sorry, I just sometimes have problems with remembering the names. What is it gonna be? Truth or Dare?” <br><br>He gave her a kind smile after she replied with dare. He was having a tough decision. Should he continue with the way the game is going or should he maybe spare Stacy and give her a different kind of dare? Looking around the room for an aspiration, he figured it out what he was going to do. <br><br>His eyes went to Marc and he said slowly, to make sure everyone could hear him: “Marc, what would you want that Stacy does for you or to you?” He turned back towards Stacy and continued: “And I dare you, to do whatever he chooses!” <br><br>“And lets put a time limit 5 minutes, just in case,” he smirked. Mike had no idea what Marc would choose. It could be anything from bringing him a glass of whiskey, to a massage or something completely different. He wasn’t sure he did the right thing, to make Marc decide on what Stacy will actually do, but as far as he was concerned, he rescued himself from deciding how naughty the dare will be. And no matter how funny it sounded, it was important for him to make a good impression on people, at least until he got little more comfortable around a person. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>25-01-2012, 00:23:17</strong>
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				Marc had begun to stretch absently when Mike chose Stacy, but then froze when his name was mentioned.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; "That...is a good question."&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>25-01-2012, 04:27:25</strong>
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				Ariel had expected Mike to pick one of the girls to share the bubble gum with, to be quite honest.&nbsp; She was rather surprised when he chose Derrick.&nbsp; She was further surprised when Mike put the entire stick in his mouth instead of politely holding just an edge between his lips or teeth.&nbsp; Most guys she'd grown up with or knew in college would've bolted at the thought of taking gum from another man's mouth.&nbsp; In some circles the game would've ended right there.&nbsp; She was astonished then when Derrick didn't seem to give it a second thought and plunged in tongue first.<br><br>Ariel's hand slowly slipped off of Derrick's thigh as she watched the two men kiss.&nbsp; She had to admit it was rather hot.&nbsp; Though her mind was reeling with what the kiss meant.&nbsp; It wasn't everyday that she saw two men kiss, especially when she didn't know either of them were sexually attracted to guys.&nbsp; Maybe her initial thought with Derrick was correct?&nbsp; He definitely didn't seem shy or awkward while he was kissing Mike.&nbsp; Though it did end with him being embarrassed.<br><br>The redhead did her best to try and hide her confusion after Derrick's dare was complete.&nbsp; She sipped the drink Marc had made and brought to her and tried to pretend that nothing had just happened.&nbsp; It wasn't that big of a deal was it?&nbsp; She'd had several gay male friends before.&nbsp; None that she'd thrown herself at, but still there was always a first, right?<br><br>She only paid half attention to the dare Marc and Stacey were carrying out.&nbsp; Her hand was still touching Derrick's thigh, if barely.&nbsp; It was more firmly on the sofa and just so happened to be resting against him because she hadn't wanted to pull it away.&nbsp; She still thought Derrick was hot, and that kiss, both of them, had been pretty erotic.&nbsp; There were other reasons and possibilities to explain what had just occurred, weren't there?&nbsp; Maybe they were both bisexual, or maybe Derrick just had a very open and refreshing look on things.&nbsp; She had to conclude that if either of those possibilities were true, it opened a whole new avenue of interesting opportunities she might find the nerve to explore.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 09:17:50</strong>
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				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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 15:28:43</strong>
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				Megan watched Stacy slip into Marc's lap and present the shot between the lovely swell of her breasts. Megan often enjoyed nuzzling those pairs as they drifted to sleep together. The whole scene left Megan with mixed feelings. She was jealous, and did not like the idea of her girlfriend being promiscuous with others. On the other side she was incredibly turned on by the fact other people were watching Stacy, and undressing her with their eyes. <br><br>Megan licked her lips slowly, her pierced tongue seen briefly as she watched Marc's reaction to the sexy asian's advances. Megan then wondered if she would be called on next. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 20:26:39</strong>
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				Marc tried to look collected and suave while Stacy got up to get what turned out to be the bag that she pulled a shot glass from, but internally he was quite antsy. Besides a risque' truth that he'd gotten from Ariel, this was his first actual action in the game. His eyes tried not to follow Stacy and she walked to and from the room, though with her body, it was hard to resist.<br><br>When Stacy retrieved the shot glass from the bag, Marc smiled at her. Was it what he had expected? No. Was he disappointed? Hell no. While the mischievous and lusty part of his brain (a sizable portion of his grey matter) had certainly been aiming at using other methods of getting to the alcohol than the shot glass, it was certainly a more convenient option. Besides, if the shot glass was what she was willing to do, he'd take the positive progression of the game over his deeper fantasies any day of the week.<br><br>The shimmy that Stacy gave a talk his lap was slightly misinterpreted by Marc. He took it as even though she was going for a slightly more tidy approach, she aimed to please in Marc's dare. Having Stacy's body so close and straddling him made his pulse kick up a few notches. His hands rested lightly and unassumingly on her leg just above her knees.<br><br>It was a nice change of pace not having to disguise or otherwise be subtle about where his eyes focused. Stacy had which the shot glass wedged within her cleavage, and he'd need to keep a <em>close</em> eye on Stacy's chest to make sure that they succeeded. Marc tried not to stare with his mouth ajar as Stacy pressed her breasts together against the shot glass, presenting him with the view of the century.<br><br>Marc flashed her a confident, sly smile as she said she was ready. He positioned himself a little better, which meant for an unintentional though delightful shifting of his hips under hers, so that he could aim his lips for the shot glass. His hands relocated to above her hips on either side, to guide her in her leaning forward. Too slow and it may drip, too fast and it could slosh, so he figured since he had the best view of it, he may as well 'help'. His hands on her holding her provocatively or suggestively, though they were solid and almost sensual, like he knew how to hold a woman with both passion and&nbsp; comfort. They were unconsciously firm in their hold, yet with sensual tenderness, with certainty and with a slight sense of wanting.<br><br>As he leaned her forward, his bottom lip touched the bottom edge of the shot glass rim, and slowly the fiery whiskey poured into his mouth. He closed his eyes, wanting to give a face of appreciation for her and her efforts.&nbsp; His chin had brushed her flesh briefly, though he readjusted to lift it politely (if reluctantly).<br><br>Marc continued leaning her until the shot was all but gone, where he smiled and lessened his hand's slight pressure, signaling that she could lean back when she was ready.<br><br>Whenever she did, he licked his lips and muttered. "Easily the best shot ever taken by modern man."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Medo</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 19:33:04</strong>
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				Being only a minute or so after a kiss, Mike couldn't give the whole attention to Stay and Marc. He barely noted what Marc asked Stacy to do and even though he responded with barely noticeable "uuuu", his mind was still at Derrick and his sweet lips. How could he not be. It completely changed the game for him. At first, it was only a way to get to know eachother, to relax. Maybe even to do some stupid things to make them bond. Mike wasn't even sure if he was gonna enjoy as much as some others, as he very much doubted there would be any gay guys. But the way it seemed after the kiss, Derrick might just be what Mike needed to spark his interested to the next level.<br><br>Mike absently watched Marc getting his body shot, while slowly finishing his drink. He tried his best to come out of the thinking zone and to get back, he started watching the rest of the group how are they reacting to the show. Megan was the most intriguing one to watch as he thought there might be some jealousy behind those eyes. She didn't give him an easy job to figure it out though. Licking her lips could be very well out of jealousy or worry or even sexual attraction. She was a tough one to decode, Mike though. <br><br>As Marc finished his shot, Mike thought it would be appropriate if he gave his approval that the dare was finished:"Well, if Marc is happy, then I'm happy and it's your turn Stacy!" he couldn't help to wonder...what will happen next? With a current rate, there was gonna be a messy orgy at the end of the night! While idea was intriguing, Mike was not sure if that would really be his cup of tea. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>08-02-2012, 17:28:07</strong>
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				Stacy’s eyes widened when Marc began to urge her entire body forward, with his guiding hands placed firmly on her hips. At first she was confused as she expected the professor to simply take the glass between his lips and toss his head back, effectively plucking it from her breasts and downing the shot in one motion. She quickly adjusted however and attempted to remain as still as possible while Marc utilised her like the handle to a mug, waiting until the last drop fell from the tiny shooter. With a sigh of relief, she beamed at the professor’s utterance and offered a quick, “Happy to hear it,” before hopping off his lap and retreating back to Megan’s side. In response to Mike, Stacy simply smiled and shrugged, “I suppose there’s little guessing as to who I choose next.” As if to hint to her choice, she deftly wrapped an arm around Megan’s waist and pulled her close. “So, truth or dare,” she asked as a mischievous smile played across her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>08-02-2012, 20:13:14</strong>
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				Megan could smell the alcohol that lingered between her girlfriend's breasts and enjoyed it. She was slightly hurt by the man licking and sucking between her girlfriends boobs, but also enjoyed watching. She gave Stacy a small peck on the lips and grinned. "Dare." Megan stated. <br><br>Her hands would dance up and down Stacy's back, tickling the skin before looking to the rest of the people. She would wonder what kind of crazy thing Stacy would come up with. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>09-02-2012, 03:02:26</strong>
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				“I dare you to… give us your own one minute demonstration of <em>The Ariel</em>,” Stacy suggested with a devious smirk as she slowly stood, reluctantly slipping from Megan’s tickling fingers. “And I already have an idea for the subject of your oral administration,” the teen pointed out almost ominously as she sauntered behind the couches, taking the opportunity to run her fingers delicately over Marc’s shoulders, then Mike’s and finally Derrick’s. With a dramatic pause Stacy placed both hands on Derrick’s lean shoulders, gently squeezed, smiled, and then released the poor man as she chose instead to stroll casually back around the couch.<br><br>With a single swift motion, the Asian closed the gap between herself and the centre table, unzipped the bag she’d brought earlier and whipped out a strap on, before gleefully proclaiming, “This!" In an overly dramatic fashion Stacy punctuated the build up of suspense by holding up the toy as if she'd just pulled excalibur from the stone before turning to offer her audience an evil grin as she glanced around to capture their expressions, hopeful that she’d given them a good scare. “I think to sufficiently judge your skills however that Ariel should wear it, seeing as it's her namesake, but if she prefers not to I have another toy which should be adequate for a demonstration,” Stacy suggested before quickly adding, for Ariel’s convenience, “If it helps sway you at all, it’s only one-sided, you can wear it over your clothes and I promise to help in any future dares you might have.” In an effort to convince her, the Asian offered her best puppy dog pout as she held out the toy for Ariel to take.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>10-02-2012, 18:32:11</strong>
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				The reference to <em>the Ariel</em> had made Marc blink and nearly choke on his whiskey, though he hoped he'd covered it well. He realized he'd been continuously taking sips of the second whiskey on the rocks, plus the 'body shot' within the hour, and he was <em>feeling</em> it. While not drunk yet, his desire for social lubrication made him a bit tipsy. He flinched when Stacy skated her finger across Marc's shoulders. While certainly the back of his mind had eager wishes, he had doubts that he was conceivably that lucky.<br><br>First, though it wasn't as strictly outlawed as if he were her professor, he was Megan's T.A. That would be more awkward than anything, though she was certainly attractive. More than that, though, he didn't get the feeling that he'd made a good enough impression on Stacy to make her want to get anything such as that so soon, if even not from her. Especially not from Megan, whom he was finally gathering was more than just a dear friend to Stacy.<br><br>The wavering between which person would be so lucky made him even more suspicious of what was actually happening, though it worked wonderfully to simply build tension until she revealed the true victim. Marc laughed out loud at the flourish at which she revealed the strap-on.<br><br>"That's quite a bag of tricks!" He exclaimed, exhaling. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>10-02-2012, 20:25:04</strong>
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				Ariel had finished her second drink while Megan and Marc were doing their body shot.&nbsp; She was deep in her own thoughts, and only peripherally aware of the sexy scene happening nearby.&nbsp; She finally moved her hand from resting next to Derrik and crossed it over her lap.&nbsp; <em>Time to just get over your stupidity and play the game,</em> she thought.<br><br>The use of <em>The Ariel</em> caught her attention and she quirked a brow.&nbsp; Things were jumping way ahead if Stacey was going to make her girlfriend give a blowjob to someone.&nbsp; That couldn't end good either.&nbsp; She bit her lip as Stacey moved among the guys, seemingly to choose one for Megan's demonstration.&nbsp; She was somewhat relieved when Stacey pulled the strap-on out of the bag.&nbsp; A gentle peal of laughter escaped her lips, as she thought that was a great twist.&nbsp; At least until Stacey turned it on her.<br><br>"Seriously?"&nbsp; The redhead asked as she stared at the strap-on as the foreign object it was.&nbsp; "you're not joking?"<br><br>She stood before she even realized she was going to play along.&nbsp; A look of unmistakable curiosity mixed with bursting bafflement filled her face as she approached the thing.<br><br>"Over the clothes?&nbsp; How's this thing work?"&nbsp; She asked Stacey as she walked around the coffee table and took the strap-on from the other girl.&nbsp; <br><br>The thing felt sorta real, other than the color and the obviously plastic mold.&nbsp; It was rather big, and she wondered if Megan could even get it into her mouth.&nbsp; Hell could Ariel?&nbsp; Feeling the buzz kick in from downing her second drink so quickly, Ariel lifted the tip of the dildo to her mouth before parting her lips and measuring how wide her mouth would've had to open.<br><br>The redhead then lowered it to her waist, phallus pointed away and tried to figure out the straps.&nbsp; It was quite a bit embarrassing, but rather funny as well.&nbsp; Of course, that could be the liquor talking.&nbsp; Once she had it on, most likely with a lot of assistance from Stacey, she shook her hips and made the large plastic phallus swing in the air.<br><br>"Okay, boys, don't get jealous," she said in good nature teasing.
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