Introduction:

"Tonight's my night!" Micky claimed thrusting a fist in the air.

There was a collective groan from around the room.

The guys all took turns one Friday night a month planning activities to do. Today was the most dreaded night of the four months, Micky's turn. It wasn't that Micky's ideas were necessarily bad; the best word to describe the ideas was outlandish. There was the time he decided that they would spend all their money on useless stuff during his plan titled Zilch (aka zero dollars left). No matter how much Mike protested there was no arguing with the persistent drummer. They had to go without electricity that month. There was Operation: All the King's Horses where Micky told the guys they were going to the race track to watch the races and instead he ended up letting all 50 horses on the property loose causing mass chaos. Last time it was, Auntie's Municipal Court, where Micky decided that they would interview people outside the court house; needless to say Davy got many offers from suitors that day. It was understandable that the other three were headed into this night pessimistically.

"Tell me again why we let him pick?" Peter asked with a hint of uneasiness in his voice.

"Yeah Mike, you're in charge. Can't you just make something up or try to convince him he already went?" Davy asked hopefully.

"Now guys, fair is fair. I know that Micky's ideas are…"

"Ridiculous," Peter suggested.

"Dumb," Davy offered.

"I was going to say peculiar. But we all decided that we would take turns picking and we'll stick by it. Remember after this you're free for three months in between."

Peter and Davy sulked at the table as they watched Micky run around the Pad. He wasn't even preparing anything; it seemed like he was just running back and forth to different rooms and coming out empty handed. His eyes were darting back and forth like he was watching an invisible tennis match.

Mike couldn't take the nervous energy anymore. "Mick, can you just get us started with what we are doing this time."

"Yeah, I'd like to get it over with," Davy said under his breath to which Mike flicked him on the back of the head.

Micky stopped his rushing movements and approached the other three. He was bouncing with excitement. Coming up with these plans was one of his favorite things to do. He was always coming up with brilliant ideas and this arrangement made it so he could foster his creativity in other ways. Micky sometimes got the feeling that the others were not one hundred percent onboard with his ideas, but honestly they had no choice and they never complained…well not to him anyway.

"Okay, this brilliant activity idea is called As We Go Along."

"We aren't hitchhiking across state lines are we?' Davy asked.

"Nope."

"Running away to join the circus?" Peter wondered scratching his head.

"No, but I like where your heads at Pete."

"Well, out with it already," Mike said with frustration in his tone.

"Nothing quite so obvious gentlemen; the name was the best I could come up with. Things can never be easy you know…"

"That's for sure," Davy muttered crossing his arms.

"We are going to play a rousing game of Truth or Dare!" Micky announced while making an exaggerated gesture.

Everyone else's mouths hung open. That was it? That was his master plan this time? It sounded innocent enough, but everyone knew that with Micky nothing was as simple as it seemed.

"Where did you come up with that idea? We aren't teenage girls at a slumber party you know," Davy criticized.

"No kidding," Micky mocked, "I thought it would be fun to do this and watch each other struggle with the uneasiness." He began wringing his hands together like an evil villain.

"Sounds harmless," Peter said not quite grasping Micky's menacing demeanor.

"Hold on, it can't be that easy. It can't be when you're involved. What are the rules to this little game you've got planned?" Mike inquired knowing that there was much more to this than anyone expected.

"Sure thing, the rules are simple you choose truth or dare. The other three collaborate as to what your punishment should be…"

"Do you have to use the word punishment?" Davy questioned massaging his forehead to a forming headache.

"You only have one opportunity to pass and take the opposite option if you are unwilling to oblige the truth or dare that was given to you. Otherwise, you have to do whatever, no backpedaling."

"That doesn't sound so bad," Peter said optimistically.

"Famous last words," Mike muttered. "How long are we playing this for?"

"Hmm, I didn't think about that," Micky started tapping his chin with his finger. "Let's say until I decide we're done."

Davy let out a long, loud sigh and threw his head back. "Wonderful."

"Okay," Micky said clapping his hands together, "let's get started. We all have to sit in a circle on the floor."

"Why?" Mike inquired.

"Because it just seems like it would work better that way," Micky answered.

"Makes sense to me," Peter encouraged as he positioned himself on the floor.

"It would," Davy said sliding down onto the floor in between Peter and Mike.

When everyone was positioned Micky rubbed his hands together. "Okay who's first?"