Matt

"Matt." She announces, turning to face him as she puts the slip back in the hat. His shoulders slump as he hears his own name. "Do I really have to Sarah? Can't we just move on from that dare?" He sighs, folding his arms across his chest. “Oh come on Matt, do it for little old me?” Sarah pouts, coincidentally puffing her chest out as she does, her breasts still a little wet and shiny from the tequila, lemon, and saliva. "Besides, don’t you want to see me give Miranda her shot?" She adds more playfully, making Mirandas eyes narrow in concern. The offer of that display finally seems to motivate Matt and with a dejected sigh he gets to his feet. "Thank you Matt! I'll get you the money." Sarah calls out while leaving the room, evidently going to find her purse, although if she asked you'd chip in and you're sure the others would too. You were all drinking from the same bottle after all.

While Sarah is away Matt gets ready to leave, checking his pockets for his stuff and making sure he looks presentable, especially by trying to hide the awkward boner in his jeans. Besides this however the room is pretty quiet, until Tom speaks. “Hey, if you’re gonna be gone for half an hour you gotta draw first.” He states, making Matt glare at him. “Why? Everyone else draws when their dare is finished!” He replies, angrily. “We’re not just gonna sit here silently and wait for you to go grocery shopping. Fuck that.”

"Maybe you could try talking to a girl for a change, rather than just trying to fuck them." Matt shoots back.

"I don't try to fuck them, I do. We talk in the morning." Tom quips quickly, completely nonplussed by Matts argument.

Before their bickering can extend any further Sarah comes back, with a strange box tucked under her arm and the money in hand. "Sarah, tell Tom he can wait for me to get back to keep playing." Matt demands, but Sarah doesn't immediately reply. "Well, actually..." She begins before trailing off, shyly running a hand through her hair. Matt turns to the other girls for support, but he doesn’t find it. Instead Miranda purses her lips and refuses to meet his gaze, and Nicole cocks her head and mumbles something like “Welllll..." into her gag. You also avoid meeting his gaze, although that’s for other reasons. When he sees no one is exactly leaping to his defense he glowers at Tom one more time, who just smirks back infuriatingly.

“Goddamnit. Fine.” Matt relents bitterly. Marching to the table he stuffs his hand into the hat and rips out a slip.