Forced into a drunk version of musical chairs, you and Dexter were the last two. Between you two is only one chair and whoever sat on it first, wins.

The music plays, leaving everyone in suspense. It stops abruptly, and as quickly as possible, you and him land on the chair. Except he sits on it first, and you stumble on his lap. Dexter smirks at the sight, and you feel something poking below. He suddenly grips your hips, whispering in your ear.

"How can my own enemy affect me this way?"