Matt

Matt sighs, letting the note drop back among the others. He frowns, looking for only-he-knows in our faces.

"I've managed to pull my own name" he admits. "What to do now?" he asks Nicole, assuming she knows the rules of the game best.

"I've only seen people play the game and haven't actually played it myself, but they seemed to abide by the rules pretty strictly. If that's what you guys want, he would have to dare himself now, as weird as it may sound..." the initiator of the game states, taking a look at everyone to gauge their reactions.

"I mean, we could always vote on how strict we'll be with the rules." you throw in, everyone nodding in agreement.

"So, everybody thinking we should play by the rules as much as we can, raise your hand" you call, raising your own hand into the air shortly after.

A moment later, three more hands rise, belonging to Matt, Miranda and Nicole. Sarah and Tom look at each other, both of their respective hands still in their laps.

"Pity" you hear Tom hiss, instantly rekindling your dislike at the jock. Who the hell even invited him for this?

"Seems to be clear" you state. "Matt, would you do us the honour of hearing what you dare yourself to do?"

Matt goes with the joke, clearing his throat and rising to his feet.

"I, in my most honourable position as 'The Darer', challenge myself to removing another piece of my clothes from this temple of masculinity I'm pleased to call my mortal shell."

A low laugh goes through the round, some rolling their eyes, surely not the last time you all will be confronted with his insatiable drive to make a joke in every situation.

Without waiting for any responses, Matt grabs the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it over his chest, slipping out of it and by that revealing his naked chest, slightly muscled and lean. He strikes a Usain Bolt pose, then sits down and settles again.

"I'm gonna feel like the world's worst and loneliest stripper if this trend of me being the only one to loose clothes continues..." your friend mocks, glancing at Sarah with obvious desire. She doesn't react, keeping to cover his naked torso with her eyes.

Matt mixes the bowl thoroughly, and produces a new slip of paper from it. He smirks, laying down the note to reveal curvy handwriting.