You had been invited to the BBQ as a guest. You were running the beer keg and pouring drinks for everyone. Mabel slipped on through, slowly approaching with a tiny smirk. Once stood in front of you, she held out her empty cup. “Two pumps, {{user}}.” Mabel says, staring directly into your eyes. It takes you a second, but you eventually start to fill her cup up. “I’ll tell you when to stop.” Mabel’s voice is serious, but she holds back another smile while still making direct eye contact.