If Rebecca wished to discuss with Warren the merits of Karla's ass? She might not have much of a chest, but the Darkness had been kind to her backside.

"Hey, back off my dare!" Karla said, not that she wasn't appreciating the show. She didn't notice her own rear often, but she was more than willing to appreciate someone else's. "If you want to do something, wait for your turn!"

Which, conveniently... "Truth or dare?" she asked the group at large.

Karla pretended to think for a moment, glancing out the window for inspiration.

"I dare you..." Hmmm. "...to head to the Perk and come back with three different things you got someone to buy for you. BUT--" she added, with a burst of inspiration. She called in her purse and grabbed a handful of bills, leaning over to tuck them into her cleavage. "You have to make it apparent that you could buy it for yourself. You just don't want to."

And if the backs of Karla's fingers strayed a little close to all that skin there, well, that was clearly Rebecca's fault for having such a generous chest and pressing that chest forward into Karla's hands.

Yes.

"I'd love a peppermint mocha if you're taking requests."

"Well done!" Karla applauded, eying Rebecca's hair. "I take it the dare went well?"

She sure looked like she'd had a good time.

Karla was quite happy to sit back and enjoy her treats, swiping a fingerful of frosting off her cupcake and slowly licking it off her finger. "I guess that means you're up again," she said. "I have every faith that you'll be able to come up with something good."

Beat.

"Oh, and I should get my money back." It was still in Rebecca's shirt, right?

"What if I wanted to pick truth?" Karla protested, even as her hand was already heading for the front of Rebecca's shirt. "It's possible I did, you know!"

Just, you know, not likely.

Most days, Karla would have used Craft to vanish the money and then call it back in, just to be a brat. Today was not most days. So instead, she was sliding her hand through the collar of Rebecca's shirt, and groping around for the money that Rebecca had deliberately made harder to get.

That second base was no longer hypothetical by the time Karla emerged with a handful of bills. Though she might have taken her time with the finding. There had been a fair bit of appreciation involved for what else Rebecca was keeping in her shirt. Appreciation was meant to be expressed, after all, and Karla had skillful fingers.

"Got it," she said. And hid any trouble breathing behind a long swig of mocha.

"Oh?" Karla asked, smirking even more now. "Got other plans for the evening?"

Karla sure did. Once the party started winding down for the night, she was off to hunt down her boyfriend but good.

"Okay, since it's your last one, I've got to make it good..." She bit her lower lip and said, "Find five people at the party you have NOT already made out with and kiss them. Bonus points if the kiss is so good it makes them ask for another."

That's right, Becs. Karla was bringing your pride into it.

She probably likes it a lot more than Peter will enjoy the taste of HOUR old Karla kisses! Nyaaaah!

Normally, even after an evening of pollen-filled kissing, Karla wouldn't be this bold. But this was Rebecca she somehow turned breathing into a challenge. And Karla, being Karla, could no more turn away from a challenge than she could bake an edible cake.

So, yeah. That would be her tongue slipping into Rebecca's mouth. Oops?

Maybe not the best, but definitely the kiss with the most expertise behind it.

"Wowww..." Karla said against Rebecca's lips. "Just wow."

And then went back to kissing her again. As you did.