“Dare,” Celia said for the fifth time this evening.

She had never been brave. Instead of taking what she wanted, which tended to have the side effect of people being able to blame her for wanting it in the first place, she’d learned to get people to fulfil her wishes without her even asking.

There were only six of them this evening: four guys and two girls, herself included. Clearly the odds were on her side. Taking into account this constellation and the hormonal state of teenage boys it was only a matter of time until she was dared to do it. Celia tried very hard not to look at Helen.

So far she’d only had to sit on Andrew’s lap (surprisingly uncomfortable), lick the outline of James’ ear (Ew!), look Tim in the eye for exactly 180 seconds (creepy) and give Mark a hickey (admittedly fun).

Mark took another swig out of the Vodka bottle. “Right,” he said and let his gaze wander around.

“I dare you to kiss…” He smirked.

Celia suddenly felt giddy, this was going to be it.

Then Mark added, “…Helen.”