Summary – The group plays truth or dare.

Author's Notes – I had them do this in a previous story I scrapped, so if anyone remembers that 'I'm a little teapot' dare yer right it was done before, but as I said I scrapped that one a long time back.

Sorry it's so short.

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'Truth or Dare'

Jason

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"Do I have to?" Looking less than thrilled, Tommy is clearly not a game person. Still lying across the recliner, separated in a way from the rest of us, he's somehow managed to avoid playing Trivial Pursuit, Shreds, and really just kept to the sidelines in general discussion. Maybe he's still miffed about me lying to the others about our fight in the Dark Dimension. I wasn't trying to show off; really I was just trying to hold onto some shred of dignity.

"Yes, now why don't you go first?" There, that'll keep him safe for a minute and hopefully the others won't really pick on him too much.

Still looking reluctant, he slowly sets his plate holding what's left of his pizza down before sighing softly. "Okay, Zack truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"If you had to do someone from the Evil Alliance who would it be?" That's actually a pretty good one. I'm a little surprised none of us thought of it before. "And as amazing as I am, I'll remind you that I'm not evil anymore so I'm not a choice."

Choking on her drink, Kim was clearly thinking of something less than wholesome when he said that if her crimson face is any indication. Recovering quickly though, she mutters something about boys and our egos before taking another slice of pizza. Boys and our egos, girls and their hormones.

"Do someone?" Oh man.

Blushing and leaning over, Trini is quick to whisper an explanation into Billy's ear, resulting in another one of my friends now turning an interesting shade of red.

"Aw, can't pick you? I'm crushed. How ever will I go on?" Hands over his heart, Zack gives us an overdramatic death by broken heart scene. Well I'll be, Tom can smile after all. "Fine, I suppose I'd pick Scorpina. Her human version I mean." Probably the most, if not only logical choice. "Kim, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

Looking positively evil, Zack must have been saving up a good one for her. Should I be concerned? No doubt he's going to get her back for her daring him to put on my mom's high heels and stroll down the sidewalk last time we did this. "Dare…I dare you to kiss Trini, assuming of course its okay with Trini. If not I have a backup one."

Rolling her eyes, Kim exchanges a quick look with her best friend. "You're so immature." Getting a nod of agreement from the Yellow Ranger, both girls lean in and exchange a chaste kiss. She's going to get him back for that, I can see it now. "Tommy, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Why do you dress like that?" Well never let it be said that Kim isn't direct. "You know in baggy, heavy jeans and green flannel over shirts. Aren't you boiling up during the day?" Have to admit I have been wondering that myself. We are in California after all, where the temperature doesn't drop below eighty. He has to have a reason for layering on his clothes like that.

"Hides the bruises." Bruises? Instantly on alert I see I'm not the only one looking at him with a hint of concern. "You're all Rangers you should know that, seeing as how you guys get kicked around as much as me. Don't know how you explain away all your battle wounds to people wearing t-shirts and shorts."

"Oh right." Yeah I think we all misunderstood him there, Kim. "Um we usually use cover up, me and Trini I mean, the guys explain it away as sparing or football injuries."

Raising an eyebrow as he'd apparently caught all of our movement, he nevertheless lets it drop without question. "I don't spare very much, and I don't play spots so thus I'm left with a carefully chosen wardrobe."

Interested now, Kim fixes him with a sly and somewhat knowing grin. "Are you sure it's not because you're one of those skater boy types and you think it looks cool to dress like that?"

"Oh sorry, you already asked your question." Returning her grin with one of his own and ignoring her huff, his eyes move to rest on me. Knew I wouldn't escape for long. "Jason truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Dare huh?" Don't be so surprised, you think I don't trust you? Besides what's the worst he can come up with? Kiss Billy? Eat something gross like the spam in the fridge? Please anything he can think up chances are Zack's already suggested it in the past. "I dare you to go stand in the front yard and sing 'I'm a Little Teapot'." See that's- what?

"Ew that's a good one." Shut up Kim.

"I concur, very original." Billy I'm warning you…

"He should do the dance that goes along with it." I'll kill Billy and Kim after I finish off Zack.

"You can't be serious." Getting only a pleased nod in response, he's apparently serious. "I hate you." I hate him with a passion. Why didn't I kill him when I had the chance?

Giving me a lazy and self-satisfied smile, he is far too amused. "I'm crushed. Now go."

Make friends with him I said. He's a good person I said. Walking to the door and noting that he's actually gotten his butt out of the chair to see this, I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised.

"Go on, Jase. After all this was your idea." While I know she could be referring to the game, I have a sneaking suspicion my pink clad friend is in reality still annoyed with this forced sleepover. Well she can just deal with it if I'm going to have to go embarrass myself in front of my neighbors.

Giving her and the still smirking Green Ranger a parting glare I head out the door and to the middle of lawn. Oh god. Taking a deep breath as I see at least two people out in their driveways washing their cars, I think I may kill the boy. "I'm a little teapot-"

"Louder, that's not singing." Oh thanks so very much Zack. Remind me to get those heels back out when it's time for your next dare. Think I'll send you over to Angela's house in them.

"I'm a little teapot short and stout here is my handle here is my spout, when I get all steamed up hear me shout tip me over and pour me out." How nice, the neighbor's little girl is clapping for me along with- "Mom!"

Standing in the doorway with the now applauding group, my mother has apparently somehow someway managed to grab the camcorder and tape my little bout of humiliation. Nice.

"Mom how could you?"

Still laughing, she finally lowers the camera. "I'm sorry, Jason. I just had to." Of course you did.

"Uh huh." Face flaming, I quickly move back to the house, the others already retreating. Well all except one.

Leaning casually against the doorframe, Tommy is still grinning like a jackal. "Perhaps next time you'll think better of exaggerating certain battles."

"Keep smilen, it's my turn to pick now and I'd say my mom has a dress that will look just great on you."

To be continued…….