A Truth or Dare App

"A Truth or Dare app?" You laugh. "Why Mr. Sajenson, you little degenerate!" Though you're joking, Christopher looks completely embarrassed as if he wished he could disappear. "It's okay," you back off a bit, "it's not like I haven't played that when I was younger." Collecting the dinner plates you go back into the kitchen. Making yourself a Cuba Libre of Denizen Aged White Rum and Diet Coke over some ice with a piece of lime, you also pour Christopher a Coke and secretly spike it with a little shot of rum, hoping to get him to relax again.

Giving Christopher his drink you head over to your living room's "L" shaped couch and sit perpendicularly to each other. He still looks like a fish out of water, waiting for you to take the lead. You find his innocence charming and refreshing, yet there is a part of your ego that is being to enjoy playfully teasing this teenage boy. When he doesn't say a thing you take a sip and ask, "So tell me about this Truth or Dare app. Why did you make it?"

He chokes a bit on his drink.

"I'm just curious." You try to reassure him.

"It's a silly game I made for the guys on the wrestling team for their parties."

You don't fully believe his answer, but you continue with the game. "So you never used your own app?"

"No." Christopher squirms, "They don't prank me as much when I help them with tech stuff, and it is kind of fun to hear about their parties with the cheerleaders." He finally confesses.

You're not sure if it is charity, arrogance, or simply the ****, but a devilish mood comes over you. "Why don't we play?"

"What?!" Christopher's glasses nearly fall off.

Sure, why not. The night is still early; lets have a little fun and get to know each other better." When he hesitates you add, "Unless you're scared to play your own game?"

Taking a deep swallow he answers, "Okay. I will set the app to questions only and I will put the intensity meter to 'tame.'"

"No dares?" You cannot help yourself. "And what this intensity meter?"

"Um, I didn't want to be too forward." Christopher clears his throat and uneasily pulls at his collar. "The meter sets how daring you want the game to be; either tame, naughty or . . ." he stutters, "explicit."

"Quite the steamy little project you have there." You take another sip of the Cuba Libre, knowing you shouldn't be enjoying watching him react to your teasing as much as you are. "How about this, we ask each other questions of our own design. The other person must answer truthfully or submit to a dare of the app's choosing." You look right into Christopher's eyes, "any objection to setting the meter to naughty?"

At first you get the desired effect as he turns a bright shade of crimson and looks at the floor. His answer, however, surprises you as he unwittingly calls your bluff and agrees, with an, "Okay, let's play."