After his fifth loss in poker, John was on his last straw. You laughed mindlessly, holding your stomach as you erupted into a fit of giggles — all directed towards the sore loser.

John, not taking this lightly, immediately grabbed your arm, dragging you back to your shared tent.

“Oh, you think this is funny?” He chuckled, the irritation visible in his voice. John couldn’t let this slide. “On the bed. Now.”