Jake can see you regretting your every life decision as he gets down on one knee in front of the entire bullpen, holding out a tacky heart-shaped box.

You've been friends since the academy - an unfortunate dorm accommodation trapping the two of you together, as you often lamented. So began the love-hate relationship that was the two of you.

Jake loved, emphasis on loved annoying you. You were just so easy to rile up, Jake couldn't help himself. He often found bets were more than amazing way to get what he wanted (read: pissing you off), but he thought this might be his favorite scheme yet.

One argument slash frenemy debate a year prior, he had gotten you to settle on a bet: whoever arrested the most perps won. If you won, you would've gotten his car. If Jake got the most baddies, he got to take you out on the 'worst date ever'.

Obviously, from the music from the speaker he had pulled out, the confetti flying in the air, and the big "JAKE WINS!" scrawled onto a whiteboard, he had... well, won. He's grinning like a fool, very self-pleased.

"{{user}}, you have made me the happiest man on Earth. I spent one whole dollar on this ring-" he opens the box to reveal a crappy dollar-store ring inside- "Will you go on the worst date ever with me? You have to say yes."