Part 10: Those Three Words
“Psh. Dare,” Bobbi said, sitting back in her chair.
“Give me your phone,” Skye smiled, her hand already out.
“Oh, you might want to pick truth,” Jemma suggested, taking a sip of her margarita. Skye had insisted on making them for Girls’ Night.
“Shut up, I have a plan,” Skye said, already typing. After a few minutes she grinned. “Alright, now take your shirt off. I need a picture.”
“That’s cheating. Completely new dare,” Bobbi pointed out.
“No, it falls under the umbrella of this one, singular dare,” Skye insisted.
Both Bobbi and Simmons disagreed.
“Fine, I don’t need it. I was graphic enough,” she smiled as obnoxiously as possible and handed the phone back.
Bobbi groaned. “You texted Hunter.”
“Sexted,” Skye corrected. “What? I need a new project,” she shrugged. “Trust me. This will all work out. I have a great track record,” she nodded towards Simmons.