Skip the drink, take him home now

You hesitate for a moment, but push the drink away from you. "I need to stay in control," you tell him. "I'm probably already too drunk for these stakes as it is."

His expression briefly passes through disappointment, but quickly changes to acceptance. "That's reasonable. So uh... were you still wanting to 'get out of here'? I'll understand if not..."

You shake your head and stand up with a smile. "Honestly, I need a fuck even more now that that bitch has trashed my evening. I'm just gonna have to set a very hard limit on cumming inside me, obviously."

He seems taken aback by your dispensing of subtlety, but he grins and stands up too, leading you to the door. "I like girls who are direct. I think we'll get along fine." You reach the door, which he holds open for you. "My car is just around the corner."

You giggle and step out into the cool night air. "Lucky me, I found myself a gentleman~" You link arms with him, and he leads you around the corner to the carpark.

What you see there immediately sours your mood again. Mandy is standing around next to a large black car, which the guy is leading you towards. She spots you walking arm-in-arm with him, and frowns.

"What do you want, Mandy?" the guy sighs.

She turns up her nose. "Figured you'd be going home with her, Sam. Just wanted to see the slag's face one last time. She might not be the same after tonight, after all."

You scoff. "Sorry to break it to you Mandy, but just because I like sex doesn't mean I'm blatantly reckless. I'll fuck all the guys I want, and not a drop of cum will get inside me to mess me up. You don't control me."

She shrugs and walks past you, giving you a sidelong smirk as she does. {if LOSE: **** == true}"Trust me; some dicks are to die for."{endif}{if LOSE: Brain == true}"Well I hope you have a mindblowing time."{endif}{if LOSE: **** == true}"Pretty soon, someone might."{endif}{if LOSE: Paralyse == true}"Enjoy control while you still have it."{endif}

As you watch her leave, Sam opens the passenger door for you. Your smile regenerates, and you climb on in. He sits in the driver's seat beside you and turns on the ignition.

"So," he asks, "my place or yours?"