Tony scoffs. ‘This is actually boring,’ he says. ‘Can’t we play the horny games now?’
I think I would probably rather take my chances with that than open up about love – or hear Lockie talk about his loves, for that matter.
‘Yeah, we could play something else,’ I say.
‘I know,’ Tony replies, grabbing one of the empty rum bottles. ‘Spin the bottle, truth or dare edition. I’ve seen the show before, that’s a popular one.’
Tony looks like a kid on Christmas morning, eyes wide, practically vibrating with excitement. Camilla sighs like she’s too posh for this but doesn’t move from her seat. Ozzy’s lounging back on his elbows.
‘Go on then,’ he says.
‘Yeah, I’m game,’ Honey adds.
Everyone looks over at me and Lockie.
‘I’m in if you are,’ he tells me. ‘We can’t be the only holdouts.’
‘Yeah, okay, let’s do it,’ I reply, emboldened by the rum.
Lockie lifts his coconut cup in a silent toast. I hold mine up too before taking another big gulp.
The first few rounds are harmless, silly and fun.
Honey is dared to drink from her coconut without using her hands, which she somehow manages by clamping it between her lips and throwing it back.
‘And that’s how you do it, babes,’ she announces proudly. ‘I’m here all week.’
‘We’re all here all week,’ Lockie replies. Everyone cracks up.
Tony gets a dare too – to fake the slo-mo walks the show often shows. He struts around, ever so slowly, absolutely nailing it. Even Camilla allows herself to be amused by him.
Everyone must be a bit sick of telling the truth – or we’re just so bored and drunk that we’re all choosing dare.
‘Ozzy, truth or dare?’ Tony says.
‘Dare,’ Ozzy replies. ‘Obviously.’
‘I dare you to give someone a sexy dance,’ Tony says. ‘You can choose who.’
I feel myself tense up a little. He’s not going to choose me, is he? I guess we were coupled up, when the show was still on-air, but it feels like a lot has changed since then.
‘Okay then, I choose… you!’
As Ozzy chooses his victim he points at them – and it’s Tony!
Tony laughs and protests and screams.
‘Ten out of ten for enthusiasm, mate!’ Tony says when Ozzy is done. ‘But you’re not my type.’
Eventually the bottle lands on Lockie.
‘Lockie, truth or dare,’ Honey says.
‘It has to be dare, doesn’t it?’ he says, grinning, far too confident for his own good.
Honey taps her finger on her chin, thinking.
‘Okay… I dare you to kiss my neck,’ she says. ‘Like you did Cleo’s.’
