Ashley

John looks desperately around the room, trying to decide which of the women he's spent so much ogling he's going to target for his turn. "Ashley," he says.

"John, cmon, Andrew already picked Ashley," Greg says.

"Whatever," Ashley says, her words slurring a little. "I'll go. Fuck it." It looks like

"Truth or dare?" John asks.

There's a moment of doubt on Ashley's face, when her bravado disappears. She's always been the first to call others out for not going for dares, but usually it isn't John that's giving out the dares. You can tell she's already regretting letting John choose her. But she's made her bed and now, apparently, she has to lie in it. She sighs and announces her decision.