It's Not Enough.

Chapter 3

   I had already won two games of strip poker, my last victim was still taking his turn running butt naked through the entire house and from the sounds following him around some of the girls didnt really seem to mind. After a few more cups of beer the numbing feeling took over and the beer actually started to taste good, or maybe it was the drink Preston had made me, what was it again....oh yeah a mojito. two of three games of beer pong was my record before preston dragged me away to try the drink.

   Anyway now I was chilling in the living room with a good dozen or so people playing, yup you never would have guessed it, truth or dare. Jenny Grace already had to go test her time on the keg stand. We waited momentarily while some guys made there way through the living room shouting aggressivly before continuing on with the game.

"Ok Zara your turn, truth or dare?" Maria asked leaning flirtatously into Bryan Mithell's shoulder. That girl were the least amount of clothes without being actually naked.

"Dont even bother asking," Adam stated laughing slighlty. It was a none fact that I never picked truth, ever. I was a Dare girl and I would continue to be.

"You're funny," Maria slurred through her giggling. For a moment she ignored Bryan and reach over the arm chair, patting Adams leg before suggestivly trying to feel him up. Adam pushed her hands off of him and chugged down the rest of his cup like it was his mission. "Ok then," She scuffs, "I dare you to take your shirt off," She threatened raising an eyebrow up at me. I smiled at her daringly before ripping both my tank top and crop top off in one swift motion.

  A round of "woots" followed which stopped Maria's mocking right on the spot. We continued with the game while I remained in my regular black bra. Many people had their turn before it was mine again. Maria picked truth and was asked if she bought her clothes like that or if she purposly shrunk it all in the wash...way to go Preston. Adam was dared to stick his tonque down Amy Hannagins throat which he didn't seem to care much for but I think Amy was going to be thanking Mick Ryan for the rest of her life. Wally G. was dared to drink a mystery drink which we later figure out was one part vodka, one part cherry smirnoff, and two parts some random guests spit. When my turn came back around Tyler Reid didn't even waste time asking me Truth or Dare.

"Ok, I dare you to act as our drinking table.... anyone who wants to take a shot will take one off your stomach," an adorable cocky smile formed on Tyler's lips as he glanced over my body. Instead of responding I pushed the empty solo cups off of the coffee table that sat in the middle of the group and layed myself down on it. An icy chill ran over my body when my bare back made contact with the wood but I ignored it and laughed slightly at the tingle of alcohole that seeped accidently into my bellybutton.

  All the guys took a shot off of my stomach, even two girls, but Adam didn't. He just sat there sipping from his cup, eyes averted. The game kept going. Other silly dares were made and for some the truth came out. For Adam he pretty much was forced to play tonsil hockey with every girl playing. The party still raged on around us, drinks were spilled, music was playing, people danced on, and some lucky teens were escorted up stairs to have a more private party. But to those of us who were particapating in the game and some observers the party was pretty much subjected to the circle.

"Shots are done now put your shirt on," Adam interjected after Chris Ryan took his third tequilla shot off of my stomach. My bundle of clothes were tossed at me when I pushed myself up from the table. I would have argued but that over-protective brotherly look filled his golden brown eyes. Quickly I slipped the tank top and crop top on over my head despite the disappointed complaints coming from some of the games particapants.

"Oh come on man, way to be such a fun police," Tyler commented glancing over at Adam over the coffee table. At the moment I swear that if I wasn't still sitting on top of the table Adam would have lunged at him but since he couldn't do that Adam settled on giving him a not so friendly look. Tyler didn't say another word and neither did anyone else after seeing the look in Adam's eyes. Sometimes he could be really protective of me, all of them could, and it was sweet but sometimes it was a bit of a buz kill. Especially considering that I was pretty capable of taking care of myself.