05-04-2018, 02:10 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"]Games, huh? Jerseyboy was down for those. He may have not been a hormonal teenager anymore, but that didn't change the fact that party games were always a good mood-booster. He always remembered playing "Spin the Bottle" and "Seven Minutes In Heaven" with his friends back in Belleville. Good times, indeed. This was a different crowd, though, and they were considerably less wild than his old buddies were. Ah well, it was better than nothing.
The tuxedo tom slid up next to London, considering that she was the only chick present and she seemed nice enough. He issued her a sly tug of his lips before looking up at Pierce, who had chosen truth over dare. That was sure a boring start, but the guy seemed chicken enough. Hopefully someone more bold would put themselves on the line in the next round. "There'd betta' be some good dares." Jerseyboy said, flicking his triangular ear. What was the point of staying if there wasn't going to be some action?
The tuxedo tom slid up next to London, considering that she was the only chick present and she seemed nice enough. He issued her a sly tug of his lips before looking up at Pierce, who had chosen truth over dare. That was sure a boring start, but the guy seemed chicken enough. Hopefully someone more bold would put themselves on the line in the next round. "There'd betta' be some good dares." Jerseyboy said, flicking his triangular ear. What was the point of staying if there wasn't going to be some action?
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