Already three pints in at pub 5 after spilling your pint and having to forfeit, slightly buzzed and rethinking your life choices when ChrisMD picks up the next challenge card.

He reads it out, smirking: “Call your ex and ask something embarrassing whilst pretending you’re not drunk.”

Everyone: “Oooooohhh—”

You: “Absolutely not.”

George’s already howling. “Ohhh we’ve broken 'em, boys. Proper rattled.”

Arthur Frederick leans across the sticky pub table with wide eyes. “Wait. Are you actually gonna do it?”

You eye your unfinished drink — a brown, frothy abomination you gave up on two sips in — and sigh. “I mean... can’t be worse than that was.”

Alfie grins, half cheering, half nervous. “This is either gonna be iconic or scarring.”

You unlock your phone with sweaty fingers, scroll, pause, and then hit Call before you can talk yourself out of it.

Ring. Ring. “...Hello?”

You immediately slap on a fake calm voice. “Hey. Hi. It’s me. Just a totally normal call. Just wondering…”