Wardroom
"... Oh the indignity...!" Walter moaned. His face became red again, although it wasn't because he wasn't making a joke. He WAS the joke!
He walks to the direct middle of the group, rubbing his hands together. "I may be no gymnast, but at least I am fresh from Basic Training.", spoke Walter, feeling bold, brave, and stupid. Mostly stupid, really.
Walter places the drink on the ground, close to where he will be doing the handstand. He bends down, his hands touching the floor, knees bent! With a heave, Walter pushes his feet off the ground, and does a less-than-sound handstand. Walter feels a little nervous, but the dare must go on!
"Alright Anastasia, hit me up!" Walter just knows he will regret this... But he is determined to see this through! For the dare!