"Alright, whose turn is it?"
Michonne looked around the small circle with a sigh. She wasn't even sure why she was playing this silly game, but being drunk will get you there, she supposed. She knew she had been chosen to go fourth, so it was her turn at bat. "It's mine."
"You know the drill," Maggie grinned happily. "Truth or dare?"
No matter what she said, she knew she was going to be met with some sexually charged request, so she might as well go for broke. "Dare."
"Aww, yeah," Sasha giggled.
"I dare you," Maggie went on, as the unofficial master of ceremonies, "to pick someone in the room. Whoever you want. To give a lap dance to."
Michonne snorted as she rolled her eyes playfully, glad that she'd already had enough tequila to combat whatever reservations she might have had if sober. "Do I get music?"
Glenn hopped up and went to the stereo at the other end of the room. "Yup." He looked back at her impishly as Ginuwine blasted through the speakers, and then pulled a chair out from the dining table.
"Tick tock," Maggie smirked, obviously in cahoots with her husband on this.
"This feels like a setup," she commented wryly. "But fine."
I'm just a bachelor
I'm looking for a partner
She closed her eyes for a moment, letting her intoxication take over as she considered who her lucky victim should be. She mulled over the idea of Daryl for a long time, wondering what it would be like to make him squirm. To see if she could make him lose his cool. Then she considered how hot it would've been to give Rosita a lap dance, but of course it would've been in that cliché fake lesbian sort of way. Still, it was something to think about. She also wondered what Carol would have done if she plucked her out of the crowd to hop on top of. She chuckled at the thought of it, figuring Carol would probably take over for her halfway through.
Someone who knows how to ride
Without even falling off
"What are you laughing at?" Tara questioned for the rest of them.
Her eyes still closed, she replied, "I'm thinking."
"You're wasting the song," Eugene informed her flatly.
"Do not rush me," she answered calmly, letting her thoughts briefly drift back to Daryl, only because she could hear him chuckling under his breath at her.
Her musings moved across the room to where she knew Abraham was sitting. That could be really fun, she thought. Gyrating on those big, beautiful muscles. She couldn't pretend she hadn't had a dream or two about that – of course the two of them were always naked in those.
Gotta be compatible
Takes me to my limit
"Goddamn it, Michonne," Sasha called out to her, thumping her in the arm to get her attention. "Pick someone."
She opened her eyes and they immediately locked in on Rick, sitting directly across from her. He was staring back at her curiously, just as anxious to find out her choice as she was. She hadn't really considered him, as he was her best friend, and the sexual awkwardness between them was tense enough without her having to grind on his dick to underline the point. But as she sat there looking him up and down, she began to figure she was just inebriated enough to make it work. He was always so uptight, it would be interesting to see him let loose himself.
