Scott says, “Fuck no. Next.”
I click my tongue. “So quick to decline. Come on, Scotty,” I plead with my eyes.
“No.”
“What? Like I’m dirty?” Amber teases.
I nod behind her. “Who here votes that Scott trades underwear with Amber for the night?”
“For the game,” Scott says. “I return them after the game.”
Daisy puts her hand up with a giggle.
Rocky cocks his head at me, and I know I have his vote by the look in his eyes.
Westley nods.
Dylan laughs, saying, “Don’t be a pussy.”
Amber stands up and removes her pants, then her underwear. Scott stares at her pussy, and I applaud myself for the best dare of the night.
Scott pulls her thong around his legs and all the way up. We girls laugh nonstop at the sight. I’m not even drunk, but this is great. This is the most fun I’ve ever had.
Dylan’s eyes meet mine, and he’s smirking at me.
Rocky says, “Cecily, truth or dare?”
I look at Rocky, and I understand why Dylan says he doesn’t compare to him. Dylan has the boy next door look, whereas Rocky looks like he’s undressing me and fucking me with just one glance. He has a dangerous edge to him. Hot is an understatement.
“Dare,” I say, sitting up straight.
“I dare you––”
Scott shouts, “To take shots.”
Rocky shoots a glare at Scott.
“I don’t drink,” I say.
“You do now.”
Dylan adds, “Scott, she doesn’t drink.”
“Body shots,” Scott adds.
“Off of him,” Amber chimes in, pointing at Dylan like she’s in on this scheme.
My stomach lurches. “I don’t really drink—”
“That’s the point of a dare, Cecily,” Scott says. “You don’t want to do it.”
I laugh, but it’s the kind of laugh that means someone’s about to get murdered. “It’s a strict rule.”
And it is. I’ve built my entire brand around being healthy.
Daisy starts to chant. “Shot! Shot! Shot!”
Westley gets up without a word and disappears, coming back with three shot glasses and bottles of tequila, vodka, and something that looks like it could strip paint. The group starts cheering and chanting my name, clapping in rhythm.
