'I'll take that bet!'
Me and Clair watch as George pulls off his clothes and prepares to prove us wrong. A little game of Truth or Dare, but involving cash. So more like Truth or Bet and the more alcohol involved the more risqué it's becoming. Me and Clair shared a kiss. Clair's divulged that she'd once been involved in a threesome when younger. This of course peaks George's interest, but he's been given the Don't even try it look from us both.
I refuse to choose truth. A dare is much less painful. George knows an awful lot about me and some of it not good and more importantly some that even Clair doesn't know. So for the sake of my own decency I'm choosing Dares only.
Now butt naked, George is out of the door and making his way down the corridor to the fire escape and roof. Some of the guys from his floor that linger offer wolf whistles and 'go on mate' encouragement and George laps it up giving a quick twirl of what he has to offer.