You finish your drink, and by the time you have you realize why Adam needed a breath half way through his first one. You reckon the coke is more for coloring than anything, as it's really strong with the alcohol seeming to represent the bulk of the content. Meanwhile Adam is struggling slightly, and you have a slight twang of guilt about the extra two measures of vodka which you assume are contained in his glass. You watch the time counting down and are willing Adam to finish his drink, but he gulps down the last mouthful just a second or two after the timer reached zero.
"Please fondle my breasts! Sod it!" He exclaims. "I love you! Surely that was close enough?"
Another card is ejected from the dispenser. "I want you! Shit, not another forfeit!"
He picks up the card and indeed it is another forfeit. He takes a breath, and tries to focus on the card.
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