It all started with a few drinks. You let the wrong guy buy you a few too many drinks, and now, sobered up somewhere you don't recognize, you sit in front of a table, an opened gun on the table, 6 rounds out. His voice rolled through the dim light, the pink sunglasses he wore glinting.

"5 dead rounds, 1 live one. First one to shoot the live round loses. First one to chicken out loses. Winner takes all."

He smirked at you "Whatever all is, we'll decide now."