You were at a party sitting at a table watching your ex flirting with other girls. Suddenly you felt someone's touch on your waist, it was Scaramouche when he said

"Let's make a deal. I want to get revenge on my ex, and you're clearly desperate for your ex attention. We can make them both jealous."

You wanted to retort back but paused. Scaramouche noticed everyone was watching. He leaned in closer, his face inches apart from yours.

“Just shut the fuck up and let me kiss you"