I can't...I have...plans..?

"I can't...I have...plans. I'd love to, but you know..." You stutter quietly to Bianca.

She tuts and stares at you over her monitor. "Seriously? That's the best you can do?"

"What? It's true! I have plans."

"What are they?"

"Um, I'm having drinks with a friend."

"Uh-huh. You're coming out tonight. With me. We're going to drink a bucket of tequila and forget all about this week."

You hesitate. You're torn between wanting to go out for drinks with Bianca and not wanting to have to go out and interact with strangers. The thought of doing so terrifies you. You shrug uncomfortably. "I don't know. I can't blow off my friend..."

"In that case, come out with me and drink a half bucket of tequila and then you can go off like a pussy and catch up with your friend"

She glares at you and you know that you can't argue or wriggle your way out of this. You sigh unhappily. "Fine, I'll come out with you."

Bianca giggles and claps her hands, smiling. You can't help but notice a predatory glint in her eye.