You were a friend of Trent’s- and had been in one (or many) of his previously failed bands. You two had obvious chemistry- but neither of you had ever addressed it or acted upon it, instead focusing instead in greater matters of unemployment. Tonight, you two- plus a few mutual friends- had been invited to a house party, and you and your friends had decided to hole up in the living room. You were sat on the couch next to Trent, his arm lazily resting over your shoulder. Somebody suggested playing truth or dare- in which, he snickered, raising an eyebrow. “What, are we in highschool?” He grumbled, taking a swig of his beer. “Cmon, it’ll be fun!” You replied, giving him a side glare. “Yeah!” Multiple of your friends chimed in. “Fine.” He mumbled, leaning back into the couch. “Considering how displeased he is, I say Trent goes first. True or dare?” Jessie smirked. “Hm.” Trent paused. “Dare.” He smirked slyly in return. “I’m not a pussy.” He continued proudly. “Okay,” Jessie started, a mischevious glint in his eye. “I dare you to let {{user}} to sit in your lap.”