A/N Thank you so much to those of you who reviewed this story! I almost didn't, I must admit I nearly did not post this story as for starters I was not sure if people would like it and I really hope I can keep the humour going in this chapter! If not then I apologise in advance.

"TRUTH OR DARE"

The cry rang out across the crowded clubhouse as the ladies started to get ready for the main game of the evening, they were not going to do what they had done the previous year because of the some what precarious results that had taken place. Gemma and some of the old ladies were at a table near the bar when the cry sounded to begin the game and they all thought that nothing could go wrong this year with a simple game of thruth or dare. At least they all hoped it would be a simple game and nothing would go wrong, there were a few worries amongst some of them but they thought to themselves 'we can't have two years in a row where things go wrong, surely.'

A small slight woman jumped up on the stripper podium, a microphone in her hands, the room went silent well as silent as it could, with a club full of drunken men and woman in it but surprisingly it was quite quiet but that might have been something to do with the drug that had found its way into the punch bowl. Normally the sons would not have drunk 'punch' but someone had thoughtfully laced the punch with a nice little drug that not only removed peoples inhibitions but also caused them to 'tell the truth'. She smiled at the crowd of drunken men and women who were all swaying slightly on their feet, though unaware of it as the drug worked it way through their systems.

The time had come come...

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A few days later, several of the sons were sitting at the picnic table, it was a subdued atmosphere and no one was really up for talking to anyone. They were all still trying to get over the events of the Valentine party and the aftermath that it caused. Whoever had thought that it had been a good idea to play a game of truth or dare seriously needed their head examined and then they needed to be killed, very slowly and painfully, at least that was what Happy was thinking at that very moment.

He was nursing a black eye and a few other bruises, presents from Opie when it had been revealed during the game that the rampant rabbit that the previous year had been meant as a present from his wife Lyla, had ended up being given to Happy. It was not the fact that Happy had got the rabbit that Opie had given him a black eye it was the fact that Happy when given the choice of truth or dare, had admitted that he had for the last year wanted to use said 'rabbit' on Lyla and had in fact fantasised almost every night, about what it would feel like to be between her legs. To have her long slender legs wrapped around his waist as he plumbed her depths with the rabbit and she moaned his name instead of Opie's.

To say her old man had not been impressed about the thoughts that his brother had been having about his old lady, was putting it mildly and he had launched himself at the 'Tacoma Killer' intent on killing him, it had taken both Jax and Juice to pull the two men apart and for a few minutes at least no fists were flying or at least they weren't until it was discovered who Gemma had spent the previous years Valentine night with. That little bit of information had resulted in Jax breaking Opie's nose when he found out that his best friend had slept with his mother and not only Opie felt Jax's wrath, sitting opposite him at the picnic table was Tig, also sporting a broken nose courtesy of Jax.

None of the people who took part in the game at the party had done a dare, none of them would have been able to as none of them were given a choice by the woman asking the questions. She had changed the rules but none of them at the party had made any complaint about this as the drug worked its way more into their bloodstreams.

It was not only the guys who were nursing a few injuries either the ladies were also sporting a few injuries and not necessarily from their menfolk, Gemma had a massive bruise on her cheek after Lyla had gone mad following her confession that she had spent the night with Opie and not only spent the night with him but loved it. It was her admission that she would love to spend another night with him that had resulted in Lyla slapping her one.

Another result of her confession was her and Clay were not talking and in fact Clay had moved out of their house and was now using Jax's old room at the clubhouse to sleep in and it seriously looked at the moment, like they were heading for a divorce.

Not only had Clay walked out on Gemma, for the moment at least, he and Piney had got into it when he had pulled out his gun and tried to shoot Opie. Piney had not taken kindly to this seeing as Clay had tried to kill his son once before but had ended with his bodyguard Tig killing his daughter-in-law Donna instead, so as soon as he had seen Clay pulling out the shooter and pointing it at his son, he had swung up his oxygen bottle and smacked the SAMCRO prez over the head with it. So now Clay was also sporting one hell of a lump on the back of his head and had been admitted to the hospital following it for an x-ray because Tara had been worried it had done some damage. Piney pointed out to her that it was a waste of time, Clay had nothing to damage. The old man was still spitting mad and tried to go at Clay again only to be held back by Jax this time, who although angry at Opie did not want to see the MC elder hurt.

Of all the people at the party that night the only one who was sporting injuries that had nothing to do with any of the fists flying was Juice, he had vanished during the last part of the evening only to reappear the following morning, with a stiff limp and a smirk on his face but he was not the only one limping, Ima was as well.

During the game one of the porn girls who was at the party had admitted that she had the hots for Juice which to everyones shock had resulted in Ima attacking her and a really vicious cat fight breaking out between the two, so the following morning when people spotted Ima limping out of the clubhouse they assumed it was because of the fight the previous evening. However her limping had nothing to do with the cat fight.

Tig watching from the table as he nursed his broken nose glanced around at his brothers and smirked.

"Well that was a fun evening the other night, roll on next years party."

None of the others agreed with him and the amount of dirty looks that shot in Tigs direction made him gulp and rethink what he had just said. Maybe it wouldn't be a good idea to have another Valentine party at the clubhouse, well at least not one organised by the ladies.

THE END

A/N Thats it folks! If any of you thought I would be doing this party during the party I apologise. I tried several times to write it that way but it just wouldn't work so I thought I would write it as the aftermath with a description of some of the things that went on.

For any of you who might be interested, one of my new stories will be called 'Green Eyed Monster' and will describe what went on the night of the party between Juice and Ima that resulted in both of them the previous morning limping from the clubhouse. That story is also going to be a sequel to the 'It's always the Quiet Ones' which I wrote a while ago.

As always Please review and let me know what you think. :-)