Tom

Fuming, you pick the next name out of the hat.

You smile when the name presents itself to you. It's a cold smile.

Thinking quickly, you think of the perfect dare.

"Tom, eat that pad you've been writing notes in."

You're a good guy, or at least you try to be. But you aren't a milquetoast, and Tom seems to be determined to ruin the game.

Without the notepad, he can't humiliate Nicole and steal her dares. He can't back out without seeming like a wimp in front of everyone here, either.

"That isn't a problem, is it, Tom? You don't have a weak stomach, right? I could come up with another dare if that's too much."

There, he will never back out now.

Nicole just gives you a knowing look, this is part of why she's so protective of you. Your temper gets the better of you sometimes.

Looking him in the eye, you enjoy the anger there as Tom stuffs the paper in his mouth.

He really should slow down you think to yourself.

And yeah, he just vomited on himself. On the bright side, he didn't mess up on his pants. He probably would have preffered that to puking on his own dick, in front of witnesses.

No girl here is going to get close to that thing anytime soon, if ever.

If you calm down by Monday his new nickname won't be pukedick. You'll have to see how the weekend goes.

"Sarah, I'm sorry about that. Let me help clean that up. Matt, buddy, why don't you get us some booze to help put us back in the mood?"