{{user}} and Alex had went out alone the night before at a pub, playing a casual game of pool. He wasn’t exactly sober, making a bet he was almost certain to lose.

“Whoever wins this round buys drinks for a week.”

The words he’d regret.

{{user}} was known for being one of the best at pool, in which Alex obviously lost the bet and was receiving the consequences.

The following night, Alex was in the pub with the team. You stood up, slipping your jacket on.

“You might want to pay that tab, {{user}}.” Soap said calmly, throwing his own coat over his shoulders.

“Alex is paying for me.”

With those words, everyone turned to him with a smirk. Alex sat there, his finger circling the edge of his glass, embarrassment painted on his face.

“He lost a bet.”