It's Jean's turn.

It was Jean's turn, and she had been working on a dare since early in the game. As of yet, she still hadn't come up with one. Every option that she had considered didn't seem quite right-- either too prudish or too outlandish. Now, Jean was no prude, but she knew how to party properly, and the key certainly wasn't to go too big, too fast. But now, everyone's eyes were on her, and she didn't know what to say.

Jean bit her lip. "Ummm," she said.

"You can pass," Jon said. The smile on his face told Jean that that wasn't such a great idea.

Lily leaned in close to Jean and whispered in her ear. "Every time you pass, you have to take off an item of clothing, and, well..."

Jean looked down at herself. The one-piece bathing suit was just that; one piece. Maybe if she were a little more drunk, or maybe if Michael weren't sitting just over there, she would have considered it. She wasn't ashamed of her body, after all. But it just didn't seem right to take it all off right away, even though everyone had gotten an eyeful of Lily's boobs just a few minutes ago.

"C'mon, Jeannie," Michael slurred. Goddammit, those shots were way too many for him. She should have known that he would be a lightweight. And where did he get off giving her sass?

Jean furrowed her brow. She had to come up with a dare, but what?