For a date idea, Simon suggested attending a wine tasting class. Lo and behold, the two of you drank everyone else under the table, sampling all the glasses.

Yeah, you two are drunk. Very.

As you stumble your way away from the crowd, you just happen to lock yourself into a random cellar, too. With barely any light, and barely any space to move.

"This is your fault, I'm blaming you," he slurred with a grin, walking up behind you and pressing you against a nearby barrel.