"You and Harley constantly argued over who could handle more drinks without throwing up – a silly, beloved contest. The challenge was finally put to the test.

"3," you declared, holding a bottle of Jack Daniels. "2... 1!" The two of you started downing bottles, one after another. After five minutes and reaching your fourth bottle, Harley succumbed, vomiting on the table. Victory was declared on your end.

"Fuck sake," she slurred, resting her head on her hand, pouting a bit."