Boone glared at the straw in his hand. It was small. That was bad. He looked up at the others and saw them all breath a sigh of relief. Fiona had made these straws for just this occasion: Picking who got to be the unlucky bastard to do something bad. He felt his lips tighten into a harder frown as they all turned to him.

Then the smirks came. Cass put her straw between her teeth, grinning, "Well, good on you buddy. Go put on a show."

"But-"

"Now, Boone." The voice of Fiona cut through the oncoming argument, "You know the rules. Who ever gets the shortest looses. And who got the shortest?"

Boone glared down at the short straw. "........I did."

Arcade muffled an amused snort behind his hand and Cass smirked more. "Real jealous of you, Boonie." She quiped, "She's a fine piece of ass."

Boone turned and glanced at the group set up around the bed. They all stared at him, expectantly. The girl was a brown haired girl, with big doe eyes. Her lips were red and she was smirking at him, waiting for him to get undressed. Hell, he wasn't exactly sure she was waiting. From the looks he was getting, she practically had him tied to the bed and was fucking his brains out.

Not something Boone wanted. He forced the shiver back and turned to Fiona. His face was set but his eyes were pleading, "I beg of you...just this once..."

"Boone, you need to get laid." Cass said, turning him around, "This is ample oppertunity to do it."

".........I don't want to get laid."

"Well.......too bad, you're getting laid anyway."

Fiona smirked more and crossed her arms, "Be sure to move your hips, Boone. Women like that."

If looks could kill, Fiona was pretty sure she would be one of many victims in a Boone Massacre.