Someone jumped in quickly, trying to patch over the tension. "Come on, Marvin, don’t take it so seriously. You know you can’t treat Beckett like a regular guy—he and Serina are always tossing around dirty jokes. Let’s just keep the game going!"
It wasn't the first time I'd seen this.
My fingers dug into the glass, pain pricking at my fingertips.
The beer bottle spun, then stopped—pointing at me.
"Marvin you lost! Truth or Dare?" they all chanted.
"Dare."
My voice was calm as I rose. I strode straight to Beckett, yanked down his pants, and snapped photos in one fluid motion.
By the time he screamed and scrambled to pull them back up, I had already taken a dozen shots.
Serina was the first to react, shoving me hard.
"Marvin, are you insane?!"
I smiled, raising my phone for everyone to see.
"I've just captured Beckett's family jewels. Tell me—how does this dare compare to biting someone's ass?"
The room froze. No one dared laugh.
"What's wrong? Why are you guys so quiet? Not funny anymore?" I snickered.
The words lodged in my throat like glass.
Serina's face was cold as she fussed over Beckett, helping him fix his pants like a dutiful wife.