Yours

"It's John." Declares Mirandapaying great attention in keeping her intimated parts well covered.

You gulp meeting her gaze.
Will she get back at you for her penalty? You fear so.
It's not your fault, she knows it of course, but it's a game and is well expected (from her even more, as she's known to be bit touchy) that she would retaliate at the first opportunity.
What will it be? To get naked like her? You could live with that, it would make you feel even closer to her in silly way.
Maybe something worse.
Her expression gives you no clues though.
She seems hesitant, rather than still deciding what to say.

"I dare you to ... i don't know ... take off your shirt, John."

The anticlimatic dare came out of her mouth clear, but distant, like she spoke through a wall.

"And that's all?" You ask incredule.

Her eyes avoid yours.
The others who look preplexed you as much as you.
"Yeah." Is her laconic reply.

The three button of you shirt come easily undone, then you throw it purposedly right on Miranda's leggings.

"Ok, done, my turn now." You say, shrugging incredule while taking the hat from Nicole's hands.

Almost a free turn ...

As you draw out the next name, you realize how much off putting is Miranda's change of mood for you.
After all, the main reason that convinced you to play was her.
Feeling you enthusiams vanishing, you hesitate to unfold the piece of paper.