Jack's Truth

"Me? All these pieces of ass here and you're asking me?" said Jack. "Careful, Paulie. I don’t want you getting any ideas. I don't swing your way." It was like he was dead set on making tonight as painful an experience as possible. I made a mental note to write something terrible on his forehead when he passed out drunk. It was basically inevitable.

"I don't swing that way," fumed Paul. "I just picked someone! It's not a big deal."

"Leave him alone, Jack," said Lea. "This game was your idea. He gets to choose whoever he wants. Maybe he wants to see you taken down a peg as much as the rest of us."

Jack shrugged. "Whatever you say, boys and girls. In that case, I pick truth. I don't want you telling me to do something weird, like get my dick out for you to watch."

This time, Paul let the comment slide. He had defended his honor enough. We all knew Jack was the real problem. "Uh, okay. Do you like having sex in the morning, or at night?"

Jack made a hooting noise. "He DOES want some!" he shouted.

"I don't–!" Paul choked. There wasn't any point in arguing.

"Jack," Harry sighed. I smiled up at him. It gave me some hope that he would keep things under control if Jack started popping off. "Just answer the question."

Jack reclined on the single bed, checking out Lea for a second. She flipped him off. "Morning sex is better," he said. "Because then it turns into afternoon sex and night sex. The girl gets tired out if you fuck the shit out of her at midnight."

"Ugh," I said.

His eyes found mine. If I hadn't been his first target, he probably would've gone for me right then. Too bad, so sad, I thought. "Molly. Truth or dare?" he asked.