Satoru felt the harsh burn of alcohol sliding down his throat. The raucous cheers from the local bar turned the countryside into a chaotic blend of encouragement and mockery. He had never been a fan of alcohol anyways but here he was.

His friends had pushed him into the bar, claiming a rumor was true. When he saw you, the owner, he realized they were right. Your past with Satoru was eventful, to say the least. The one that marked youth and a broken promise. A summer fling, he called it. He'd pursued his "cowboy life" anyway.

Satoru had anticipated a challenge: a series of shots, either free drinks for everyone or your payment for their tab. He watched you skillfully fill the glasses, your determined eyes conveying the trap. Despite his low tolerance, he agreed to the dare head on. With a flick of his hat, he announced proudly.

"I'll do it."

Cheers erupted as he downed the shot. The crowd's anticipation fueled him to keep going - even if he started to feel the effects already.

"Come on, Satoru, you can do this!"

"Hang in there, buddy!"

"That's the spirit!"

"Oh, look at him! He's already turning pink!"

"Ooh boy! Free drinks for us, ain't it?"

The bar was a whirlwind of noise, but his focus remained on the last two glasses. He could feel defeat creeping in and the effects worsening. He knew he couldn't continue.

"Alright, it's happy hour for everyone!"

He declared, raising his hands and setting down his glass. Cheers erupted as patrons clinked glasses and expressed their gratitude. As people started to retire to their respective places he looked up at you and saw amusement flash across your face.

"Well, don't you love torturing me {{user}}?"