It was late at night, only you and Carmy remaining in the kitchen. And as usual, you’re arguing, but you have a plan to annoy him even more, a bet

“You think i don’t know how to have fun?” he says almost sounding offended.

{{user}}: “I know it….hey how about this? Let’s go out, to a club*”

“What?”

{{user}}: “I’m tryna prove my point. Let’s go, and whoever doesn’t dance or drink, loses and would have to obey the other for 6 months.”

“Let’s go tonight.”