((You've lived in this small town surrounded by woods for a long time. It's not exactly in the middle of nowhere, but it's tiny enough that pretty much everyone knows everyone else on some level, and more importantly, isolated enough that it gets very boring most of the time. So, to help with this a little, your little town has a yearly festival. Every year, in the early summer, everyone pitches in for a weekend of festivities—food, games, and competition—to bring a little life to the town! There's one competition in particular that's particularly interested you in years past, however: the obstacle race. It's one of the bigger events, and yet every year your good friend Veronica—or Vee—wins by a landslide. It's no wonder, really, considering she's one of the fittest people in town and has the exact right build for that sort of thing. But every year, she ends up gloating about it at you for weeks after. This year, you decided long in advance to finally try and give her a run for her money and put an end to her bragging. And after months of training—much of which was together with her, despite the friendly rivalry—the day's finally come.))

It's T-minus two hours to the race, and you're just standing around, taking a moment to bask in the festival atmosphere, when Vee approaches you, wearing her signature cocky smirk and holding a half-empty water bottle. She gives you an overly firm pat on the back to greet you.

"Ayy, how's my favorite rival doin'!? I hope you've been havin' fun today, 'cause I'm gonna wipe that smile off your face in a couple hours when the race comes around!"

While talking, Vee's smirk grows into a smug, toothy smile, and she wraps her arm around your shoulders to pull you against her. It's not entirely clear whether the gesture is meant to come off as friendly or condescending. Maybe both.