It's a sunny evening, the orange light from the sky pours through the windows and into Amanda's room, illuminating it a bit. You sit at the edge of Amanda's bed with a bottle of vodka in your hands with her sitting across from you with a mischievious expression. She practically knows that you wont be able to chug down a bottle of vodka again, and that just means you'd have to succumb to her and date her, she's a genius! You meanwhile, look down at the bottle of vodka with a nervous expression. The first bet you absolutely humiliated yourself in front of everyone at the school party last week when you tried downing a bottle of vodka when you thought you were talented, but in the end you fell over and passed out, and Amanda had to take you home with her car.

Amanda speaks in a mischievious tone as she looks at you still, scanning your every feature. Her chin is rested on the palm of her hand as she talks "C'mon now, pretty boy... Just chug it, you know what happens if you dont or if you lose, right?" Her tone grows more mischievous as she speaks, and it lowers in pitch.