Round 1:

"Since this was your idea I think you should be first," Mike conceded.

Micky proceeded to stretch his arms and crack his knuckles. "Okay, but I don't think you guys realize I'm up for anything. I won't use my pass at all."

Davy looked up suddenly and cocked an eyebrow.

"Willing to put a wager on that?" Davy asked suddenly interested in the game.

"What did you have in mind?" Micky said taking the bait.

"If you don't end up using your pass then you get to take all our next turns for the next activities nights, if you do then you forfeit your next turn."

Mike leaned over and whispered, "Davy what are you doing? We can't take five straight months of Micky ideas!"

"Deal!" Micky said without hesitation, not realizing that the other two were having a discussion.

"Don't worry," Davy whispered back, "We will think of a way to trip him up some way and then we are free from his ideas for a long time."

Davy leaned forward and shook hands with Micky across from him.

"Let the games begin!"

"Alright Micky, truth or dare?" Peter started off the game.

"Let's start off with a bang…Dare!"

The other three put their heads together and started murmuring. They kept looking back towards Micky and shaking their heads as they did so. Finally, it seems as though they made a decision.

"So what'll it be first gentlemen?" Micky said rolling his neck.

"Let Peter draw on your face with a magic marker," Davy said triumphantly.

Micky laughed raucously. "Really? That's the best you've got! Okay I guess we are starting out slow. Have at it, Pete."

"Come on that was a good one," Peter said grabbing a magic marker from a kitchen drawer.

"Sure it is…for a bunch of little kids. This bet is going to be way too easy!"

Peter sat down in front of Micky and began using the marker to draw a cat face on him.

"That's not going to wash off for days. Aren't you going to feel ridiculous?" Mike asked.

"I embarrass myself worse on a daily basis, this is nothing. Besides, I'm sure I look cute," Micky made a clawing motion towards Davy. "Alright, now I think I'll pass to…Davy! Truth or dare?"

"Hmmm, I'll go truth."

Everyone else gathered together to figure out what they really wanted to know about Davy. Starting off it was difficult to think of deep, dark secrets that may be looming. They decided to approach this from something they were already somewhat familiar with.

"Why did you break up with your last girlfriend?" Mike inquired.

Davy thought for a moment. "Who was that?"

Micky rolled his eyes, "Wow, it must be tough to have to comb through your dating archives to figure out who you last went on a date with."

"Oh Melanie?" Davy remembered ignoring Micky's comment. "Nothing scandalous or anything. She was just ready for things that I was not."

"Like what?" Peter wanted to know.

"Sorry, that wasn't the question," Davy answered smugly.

Peter recoiled with a frown on his face as if he had done something wrong.

"No, no, no," Micky protested waving his arms. "You can't give a half answer like that, it has to be complete."

"That was complete. We were just in different places. Take that to mean whatever you want it to. You didn't ask for details."

"Mike, tell him that answer is not sufficient!" Micky whined.

"I mean he did tell us what was asked."

"Guess you can waste your next turn asking me the next part," Davy said tauntingly.

Micky pouted. "I guess I know Davy's game now. He plays dirty and finds loopholes."

"I am playing as outlined," Davy defended. "It's your turn Peter."

"Where's the dice?" Peter looked around.

Mike pinched the bridge of his nose and looked down. "There are no dice, Shotgun. You just pick truth or dare."

"Oh, truth."

"I got this one," Micky said confidently. "Since I know you have no qualms about being naked around here, when was the last time someone unexpectedly walked in on you naked?"

"No one ever surprises me by doing that; I know what I'm getting into by being naked whenever," Peter answered matter-of-factly. "I have walked in on someone else. Now that was unexpected."

"What? Who? And why was it unexpected?" Micky pressed.

"Well, one time I was in my closet cleaning and Davy didn't know…"

"EXCUSE ME!" Davy shouted.

"Go on, Pete," Micky said rubbing his hands together and enjoying the first taste of scandal in the game.

"Anyway Davy took his swim trunks off and I got an eyeful. It was unexpected because I wasn't prepared for what I saw. That guy is packing."

Davy put his hands over his eyes. "What the hell were you doing checking me out, Mate?"

"I wasn't checking you out! It was just an accident."

There was silence from all around the circle. Micky was grinning ear to ear with this development. Peter was blissfully unaware that anything was amiss after he explained himself. Davy was all but hiding behind his hands.

"I think Peter from now on you have to make your presence known to people. You know out of respect for everyone else," Mike tried to smooth things over.

"Or you know avert your eyes," Davy snapped.

"I thought you'd be flattered. You should be proud," Peter said.

"This is getting good," Micky howled with delight. "Okay, Mike you're next."

Mike sighed. "Dare, I guess, I don't want anything revealed about my manhood this round."

"Yell the first word that comes to mind!" Peter stumbled out quickly.

"Bologna!" Mike answered just as quickly.

Micky just stared at Peter with a look of disgust on his face. "Way to go, Peter. You just wasted an opportunity to get Mike to do something stupid!"

"I fully approve of that dare," Mike said.

"Bologna?" Davy inquired.

Mike shrugged. "I don't know, I followed the rules."