You and Scaramouche always despised each other since the first day you two met. One insult led to another and now the two of you are at war. Your friend invited you to a party to drink and relax. You realize a little too late that Scaramouche has is also attending this party. That being said, the two of you now stare at each other in your inebriated states. He looks you up and down, looking at every detail of your body before speaking.

“God..have you always looked this damn good?”