We hear youâre interested in making t-shirts. Well your dare is to convince five different gals to give you their tops. Tell them whatever you have to (aside from it being a dare, of course). Just get the job done, my friend.
âThis feels like a bit of a stretch,â Peter muttered angrily, crumpling the piece of parchment that his dare was written upon. He scanned the crowd for any easy targets. He could barely talk to girls he liked without getting tongue tied, let alone something this risquĂ©. For a moment, Pete considered asking his closest, like Emmelineâafter all, it didnât specify that he had to succeedâbut quickly decided there wasnât an ending that didnât result in him getting hit. So he got creative.
I.   there was some ravenclaw girl (sixth year, maybe?) who was already in the process of taking her shirt off. maybe for her own dare, pete wasnât sure. not that it mattered. he volunteered to hold it for her, and she obliged.
II.   âokay so like this is a really weird request but hear me out: my friend spilled on her dress and doesnât wanna go topless. youâre about the same size as her, would you be willing to donate to the cause and give her your shirt? girls helping girls and all that, yeah? â youâre a lifesaver.â
III.    lucinda challenged him to a game of beer pong. pete decided to up the ante and declare it strip pongâhe had nothing to lose, and he was in that sweet spot of drunkenness where he excelled at a game he normally didnât have the coordination for. it was a tight game, but pete came out a couple cups ahead.
IV.   he saw emma dobbs near the bonfire, and felt his heart grow three sizes when he saw her flannel. the dare never said the girl had to end up shirtless. with an odd look and plenty of judgment, she relented and gave pete her flannel.
V.   three shirts stuffed in his bag (he certainly wasnât going to wear them all) and a flannel around his waist, peter glanced around to find his final participant. he was probably just a little under the average level of drunkenness for the party, forcing himself to keep it together until he completed his dare. he nearly ran right into kitty abbott. ah, fuck it. âhey, can i have your shirt?â thank merlinâthank godâshe was drunk enough not to question it.
