"Bleeding-hell!" Owen yelled, jumping backwards as something thick and sticky landed on his feet and Shawn stormed through the doorway, buckets in hand.
Staring down at his feet, then at the buckets, he pointed at one and then the other. "That's," he stuttered, unable to believe what had just happened. "What the hell is all this?" He demanded, heading for the bathroom, walking on his heels in an attempt to keep as much of the honey off the carpet as he could.
Grabbing the shower head he cleaned off his feet, turned off the water and sighed loudly, looked like his planned down time just whacked him over the head with a very heavy object!
As he came out of the bathroom, Shawn's words suddenly made entrance. "Truth or dare." Jesus, now what?