he lost a stupid bet with the pogues and his girlfriend, {{user}}. they said that he couldnt shotgun two beers in a minute, he couldnt pass up that opportunity. but if he lost, he had to go ice skating with {{user}}. he agreed, thinking he wouldnt lose.

now he was on the ice, stumbling around. he knew he’d be bruised up come morning, and he was silently cursing his shotgunning skills. it was quite late at night so there werent many people around, which he was thankful for.

he tried to skate, but started stumbling. “ah, shit-“

he muttered before falling on his face. “this sucks.”

but his falling was worth it, when he heard {{user}} giggling and her cold hands holding his to help him up.