An Ally

You should probably strike the iron while it's hot, as they say.

"So," you say, "This GAME..." Cindy's good mood deflates instantly, and she turns her face to the bar. "Yeah... I think I'm going to seriously regret this as soon I'm sober enough to." "They're definitely some high stakes, that's for sure. At least they're the same for both of you, though, and I think you got the better end of the deal."

Cindy looks at you quizzically. "Really? As you just pointed out, the rules are the same for both of us. What's different?" "Well, you've got me!" She cocks an eyebrow at you. "Maybe you misheard, but the whole point of this thing is to not get laid for a while."

"That's not what I meant," you say. "Listen, before tonight, I'd have been perfectly happy to never see Mandy again. With that GAME on, though... Just think of all the things we could make her do with that kind of control!"

"We?"

"Of course! You've got just as much reason to take the bitch down a peg or two as I do. Starting with the cheerleading squad and swim team, I'd think."

Cindy's eyes light up at the mention of the teams. "I'm in," she says, "What's the plan?"

"We'll need to come up with one. Why don't we get together tomorrow and figure something out. It would have to be somewhere we can't be overheard. How about...