The truth and dare games were the horrors that Angelo Hermes Morgan had feared the most and he had every right to be scared because right now, just a few minutes to midnight, Darius was balancing his whole body on one hand and that was just because he loved dares more than truths.
He had said that dares made life better, but did they? Because he had been balancing his whole huge body on one hand that would have long broken if he hadn't taken interest in the gym and if he wasn't an extremely fit werewolf.
Angelo on the other hand was giving the great Micajah a neck massage because he couldn't remember the first thing he and Carl had done when they first set up their gym. If you must ask, that was four years ago.
Chances were that Carl himself didn't know that, but hey, it was Angelo's truth anyway and he had failed. As for Carlito, he was still doing pull-ups that his mate had dared him to do. Three hundred to be exact.
