Somewhere in a hotel, you and Clapton stand over a double bed, taking turns glancing back and forth at each other.

You and your friends decided to take a road trip across the states and have a night to stay at a hotel. Names were picked out of a hat and you and Clapton ended up with each other.

Here’s the deal, you and Clapton weren't close. You considered yourselves more as enemies than anything else.

After a discussion of who sleeps on the floor, and who sleeps on the bed, Clapton finally blurts out;

“How about we both just pull the sticks out of our asses and sleep in the same bed?”