He was tense again, but he obliged. He disappeared for a minute before coming back with a bottle. He took stuff off the coffee table and put the bottle on its side in the center.

“I think Sadie should spin first,” he said, calmly. I sat down on the floor across from Jen and Kent with Stacy by my side.

Sadie shrugged. “Okay! Rules are that if someone refuses a dare or a truth, then they have to do the punishment that we, as a group, decide on.” She spun, and it pointed at the blonde guy. Sadie grinned.

“Truth or dare?” she asked.

“Dare,” he said, without any consideration.

“I dare you to French Kiss Jen!” She giggled as the blonde guy got up and crossed in front of Kent and kissed Jen. Jen seemed to be enjoying it. Kent, however, did not. His jaw twitched and his hands were balled up in his lap.

I almost felt bad for him as Jen fanned her face with her hand as the blonde guy sat back down, winking in her direction playfully.

“Right, my turn,” he said with a chuckle. He spun the bottle, and it landed on Stacy. He grinned at her, the pot had already solidified them as buddies. “Truth or dare, Red?”

She grinned at the nickname as she tossed her bright red hair over her shoulder. “Truth.” She was a safe player, like I was.

“Who was the last guy you thought about fucking?”

I gulped. Okay. Maybe truth wasn’t the safest way to go with this crowd. Stacy rolled her eyes, “Ummm….” She pointed at blondie and he grinned.

“Right on!”

It was my turn to roll my eyes. I drank a little more whiskey as I waited for it to get interesting. When Stacy spun it landed on Kent.

“Truth or Dare?” she asked of him.

He honestly looked like he wanted to kill someone, maybe himself. He took too long to answer and got a nudge in his ribs from Jen. “Wake up, babe.”

His jaw flickered. “Dare.”

Stacy flashed a shit-eating grin at me before declaring, “I dare you to spend seven minutes in heaven,” she pointed to a tiny bedroom off in one corner, “alone. With…” She bit her lip and paused for anticipation purposes. I wanted to slap her for it. Who was she going to say? Herself? Jen? Sadie?! “Elly.”

I blinked, stunned for the second time that evening.

His eyes shifted from Stacy, to the offending door and then to me. I felt shivers move through my body. Me?

He looked at Jen. “Alright.”

Jen frowned at him briefly and then pasted on a smile, “You could always just decline, I’m sure the punishment wouldn’t be as bad.” Her hand moved to his wrist, gripping it.