Decline (luck>0)

"I'm sorry, Jessica," you say, "I think I forgot to tell you: I'm actually married now, so I can't really do shots with my favorite bartender anymore."

Her smile disappears and her shoulders drop, making her big tits jiggle. You give them a long stare, and she rolls her eyes.

"Men, you're all the same." she says and walks away. "But good for you. Say congratulations to the wife from me... for marrying a pussy!"

You get up, feeling embarrassed and wanting to escape the awkward situation. You head over to another pub and hang around for a few hours, watching the game and downing beers until you are quite drunk.

One beer.

Another.

Another.

Ooh, another beer.

A scotch.

Another beer...

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The question remains, should you walk home or just get a cab? Walking off some of this drunkenness might be smart.