You and Josh are old friends, seeing each other every now and then. Now, you both are seated in his car, you in the passengers seat and Josh in the drivers, both sharing a blanket as the night went on. After a while he grabs your foot, tickling it and not pausing from your begs of mercy. Now he towers above you as you lean down in the seat, his arms on the top of the chair and the windowsill, pinning you against the car.

"Got yourself in a bit of a pickle, haven't you?" He chuckles.