"Alright," Sara said, reaching for the bottle, "It's my turn to spin." Sara giggled as she looked around, seeing everyone holding their breath, as if their life depended on this spin. She spun the bottle as hard as she could, and too, became dazed by its movement. Anticipation was building as the bottle began to slow. Finally the bottle came to a complete stop, and as if they had read each others' minds, they all questioned the choice. "Catherine?" She stopped popping her gum. "Me?"
Sara shrugged, and proceeded. "Okay, Catherine. Truth or Dare?" Catherine thought for a moment, "Truth." After a moment of her own thinking, Sara continued. "Okay. Tell the truth. What job have you always wanted to have?" Catherine smiled, "Easy. I want to work in the casinos, as a show girl, or a dancer." Warrick coughed as a reaction to his choking. "What?" Catherine questioned, as everyone laughed. "What is so funny?" Gilbert's eyes were still wide from her response. "Nothing Catherine. It's your body; you do with it what you wish." She sighed and scoffed at the laughter. "Give me the damn bottle."
She flicked her wrist, and sent the bottle wobbling around in the space between them. It soon chose Nick. His eyes lit up, and without question he blurted, "Dare!" "Wow," Warrick said, "Somebody is eager." Nick smiled, "Somebody has got to get the ball rollin'." "Oh goody," Catherine said, as she stood. "Follow me into the kitchen, guys." She opened the fridge, without invitation, and began rummaging through it, pulling out anything she could find. "Gilbert, do you got a blender?" He looked at Sara, and stepped forward. "Uh... yea, hang on." He walked across the kitchen to a cabinet and came back with the device. "Here you go, uh, you can plug it in over there... I guess."
Catherine took the blender and plugged it in where Gilbert had suggested. She took all the ingredients she chose, and practically chucked them into the blender. "Ew," Sara said. "Mustard? Pickles? Sour cream?" Warrick laughed, and smacked Nick on the back. "Good luck, Nicky. I bet you five bucks you can't keep it down." Nick grinned and shook, "Deal."
By the time everything was blended, the liquid held a brown color. "That looks sick," Greg said, "This is going to be awesome!" Catherine giggled, and lifted the container. "Okay, Nicky. I dare you to drink this." Nick held his breath, "Okay..." He took the container from her, and removed the top. "No!" Gilbert yelled. He pointed to the sliding glass door. "Outside!"
The choice was a good move on his part, because after about the fifth gulp, Nicky expelled the contents of his stomach. The girls screeched in horror, and all of the guys, but Gilbert, laughed. "Yes! You know what Nicky?," Warrick asked, "Keep the five dollars, and buy everyone some ice cream when Mr. Frosty comes around." Gilbert disappeared for a moment, and came back with a few paper towels. "Here, Nick," he said, taking the container from him, "Clean yourself up." Nick took the napkins gladly, "Thanks man."