Allison sighs. “Guess I’ll go next. I’m not too hot on the idea of changing, though.”
“Hey, maybe you should take your clothes off first,” Marcus offers, a bit too enthusiastically. He didn’t want Allison to know about his feelings for her, but he always jumped the gun and shot his mouth off. It usually earned him glares from everyone around; this time was no different.
“Y-you know, t-to make it easier…w-when y-y…”
Allison frowns as she shakes the dice, adjusting her brown-rimmed glasses. “I’ll be fine, thanks,” she says, as evenly as possible. She rolls the dice, coming up with lucky 7’s.
Automatically, her playing piece slides past the hawk, to…