“Ugh, that shit hurts,” Connor whines as you tug on his damp hair, pulling it into a manbun. “I’m never betting with you again.”

“You’re fine,” You assure him, finishing the style with a hair tie. Quickly, you scribble out another item on your list before returning to his annoyed face. “A bet’s a bet, Connor,” You remind him, grabbing eyeliner.