A/N: To those of you who have already read 'What-If' this technically comes before that, but I just decided to repost the chapters in their correct order.

To those of you reading this for the first time, this is going to be a three-part story arc, I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!

"Truth."

"Scared are you Tristen?" Chris jeered.

Tristen simply shrugged, showing no shame. "Maybe I'm a little nervous, I've never played this game with Matt before, and I don't know how mean he is."

"Mean and Matt in the same sentence?" Josh questioned incredulously, causing the others to laugh.

Matt blushed slightly, "I'm honestly not really good at this game, I can never think of anything."

"Well you can always skip me!" Tristen replied chipperly.

Chris snorted, "Hah, see? You are scared!"

"Okay, yes I am! And after the great Truth or Dare debacle of 2008 can you blame me?"

Matt leaned over and whispered to Chris in question, "Truth or Dare debacle?"

Chris shook her head with a grimace, "You don't even wanna know. It ended badly, like, very badly."

"Alright Matt, lay it on me." Tristen said with a resigned sigh.

"Um," Matt paused in thought, "Have you ever had sex before?"

The room fell silent and all eyes swiveled to the now red-faced Tristen. "Yes." She whispered.

"You did not!" Mark called in disbelief.

"Yes actually, I did, keep you voice down before Aunt Ros hears you!" Tristen hissed. "Anyway, that's my turn." She shifted her gaze to her still awe-struck cousin sitting next to her, "Mark, truth or dare."

"Dare." He stated immediately, showing no fear.

Tristen paused a moment in contemplation before a devious smirk overtook her features. "I am going to go make a food concoction for you out of whatever I find in the fridge, and you have to eat it."

Mark's eyes widened, his mouth gaping. "Don't make it too big?" He squeaked in a desperate plea for mercy.

Tristen just laughed devilishly before tearing off for the kitchen. She was in the other room for nearly ten minutes, shouting harsh words at anyone who dared enter or attempt to force her to hurry up. When she returned it was with a plate and an evil smirk on her face. Sitting atop the plate was a chuck of toast, meatloaf pressed into the bread, all topped with a healthy serving of whipped cream.

Mark grimaced, taking the plate from his cousin's extended hand. "All of it?"

"All of it."

To everyone's surprise and slight disgust, Mark downed the whole thing, managing to only gag once and actually keeping the demonic creation down. "Okay Josh, truth or dare?"

"Truth, no way am I eating anything gross."

Mark sighed, "You are so boring. Fine, have you ever stolen anything, what was it, and when did you steal it?"

"No fair, that's three questions in one!"

"No complaining, just answer the question."

Josh sighed heavily, crossing his arms over his chest, but begrudgingly he answered. "Two years ago, I stole a candy bar."

The room fell completely silent before Foggy's sputtering laughter broke it, causing everyone else to join in as well, except the red-faced Josh.

"You stole candy two years ago!" Foggy laughed, "I mean, I know little kids try to steal stuff all the time, but two years ago!"

"Yep, embarrassing, now it's your turn."

"Oh." Foggy's smile fell, he'd forgotten that he had to go directly after Josh, and perhaps making fun of the person in charge of his immediate fate had not been such a wise decision. Still, never one to back down from a challenge, Foggy confidently replied, "Dare."

Josh paused momentarily before an idea sparked behind his eyes. "I dare you to drink a shot of hot sauce."

Foggy sighed heavily, resigned to his fate. "Fine."

For the second time that evening, a family member exited to the kitchen. Foggy returned with the half empty bottle of hot-sauce and a shot glass. He expertly poured himself a glass before raising it like a toast, "Here goes."

The whole room watched on in amusement, snickering loudly at Foggy's scream of agony. He quickly rushed back into the kitchen and didn't return for a solid three minutes, and when he did it was with a jug of milk clutched firmly in one hand, milk mustache staining his upper lip.

"Alright Christine, it's your turn."

Chris grimaced at the use of her full name but quickly rose to the bait. "Dare."

Foggy took another swig from the milk carton, sighing as it soothed his burning mouth. "I dare you- to snort powdered sugar like cocaine!"

Chris's eyebrows dove together and a snort of amusement escaped her throat, "Alright." She stated, disappearing into the kitchen and returning with a bag of powdered sugar. She had opened the bag and prepared to dump some onto her hand but was interrupted by Mark.

"Wait, wait, wait, if you're going to do this, it has to be done right." He stood and crossed the small distance between himself and Chris, snatching the bag from her hand. He cut across to an end-table and dumped out a small clump of sugar. Pulling out his pocket knife, he began to expertly "cut" the sugar into a long, thin straight line.

"You've gotta be kidding." Tristen giggled.

"What?" Matt asked, curiosity alight.

"He's making her a hit with his pocket knife." Tristen replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

"How do you know how to do that Mark?" Josh questioned.

"Hey, this man has stolen candy within the last two years," Matt began, making it sound like a much bigger deal than it actually was, "there's no telling how far he's delved into the criminal underworld."

The room erupted into laughter at Mark's expense.

"Ha ha, hilarious. Actually, I happen to be a fan of TV. Now, here you are Chris, enjoy."

Chris grimaced and bounced up and down nervously. "How is this my life?" She questioned breathily, before leaning forward and snuffing the single line of powdered sugar in one go. "Aw!" She gasped almost instantly, clutching her face. "That hurt so much worse than I expected!" She cried.

When the room had finally settled, Chris shuffled back to her place between Chelsey and Foggy. "Chels, your turn."

"Dare, just please don't be mean?" Chelsey questioned in a desperate plea.

Chris simply shrugged non-chalantly. "No promises. Hmmm." She paused a moment in consideration, stroking her chin slowly. "I dare you to drink a shot of straight vodka."

Chelsey's face paled, her mouth falling open in immediate protest. She was not a drinker. The rest of her cousins knew that, and one was currently exploiting that fact. She would be lucky not to throw up.

Foggy, who was still standing near the kitchen door, turned and promptly left the room, presumably to get the needed materials for Chelsey's dare.

Sure enough when he returned it was with a bottle of cherry vodka and a second shot glass. "Your drink madame."

Chelsey whimpered in fear, carefully pouring her drink. With a few deep breaths, and some much needed encouragement, she tipped back the drink and downed the whole thing. She immediately gaged, and everyone in the room shouted a nervous "whoa!" but she kept it down. "That. Was. Awful!" She cried as the room erupted in a mix of laughter and applause.

It took a while for the room to finally settle down again, but when Chelsey turned to Matt, it was obvious the alcohol was having a fast reaction. "Truth or dare Matt?"