Dark Chocolate Cake

Hey CheckMates, it's Check Edgar here! I went to a party to find love. Lancelot gave me four rules before we even stepped out of the car. I broke three of them. There was a truth or dare game, a slice of dark chocolate cake that looked completely innocent, and a night that went so far off the rails that I woke up the next morning with a headache the size of a Yoruba owambe, a ceiling that was not my ceiling, and five strangers sleeping around me. This is that night. Edgar doesn't lie.