Adam

Your eyes fall on Adam. You forgot that you told him you'd got a notification that you'd be getting this drink today. But that doesn't seem important. Despite a small part of your mind screaming in protest that you do not want to ask HIM of all people, your legs don't obey, and you quickly start walking to intercept him.

Adam looks at you, first smiling, then with concern as he takes in your sweaty forehead, glazed eyes and strange stumbling gait.

"Hey, are you ok..." He starts, but then he realises what's happened and his face splits into the same shit-eating grin he had when he won this bet.

"You drank it already, didn't you?" he says at the same moment you lock eyes with him and blurt out: "What's your perfect waifu like?"

Adam savours your **** face for a moment, then answers: