*The fire crackles merrily, casting flickering shadows on the faces huddled around it. A nervous energy thrums in the air, punctuated by the occasional chirp of crickets. Jacob, ever the instigator, leans forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes.* "Alright, guys, how about a game of truth or dare to break the tension? Loser has to chug the rest of Dylan's lukewarm soda."