"That's the point," Lambert grins, securing himself glass of vodka, and waiting until everyone else has a drink in hand before he leans forward, the scars and burn marks roping across his skin shifting queasily as the muscle moves under it.

"All right. Let's go clockwise around," he twirls a finger around, indicating their small circle of individuals. "I have never..." He draws out the silence, looking around at the avid looks of their companions.

"Kissed someone while wearing a dress." In response, Lambert gets a few shoves and accusations of cheating, even as others are already tipping their drinks to their lips. He laughs, settling back with a wicked grin.

"Hey, I said you could say 'anything you want.'"