Shasta wants to go see Clint

Shasta says, "Trade you a kiss if, before we go back, you drive me down to see my friend Clint. I might miss him if I don't let him know I'm in town."

You smile. "I accept," you say.

Shasta leans forward hesitantly. You meet her lips. It's a real kiss. Soft. Firm. She pulls back and laughs. You could go for some more of that, Cuervo or no Cuervo involved.

"So am I better?" you ask.

"What, are you Sleeping Beauty and I'm Prince Charming?" Shasta asks.

"Do I kiss better?" you ask her.

"Can't really compare," she says. "Let's get going. Dad'll want the beer to be cold. At least sort of cold."

Shasta manages to raise Clint on the phone. Her cellphone connection is horrible, but she manages to establish that he's about to get off work.

The late afternoon sun shines golden through the dust-haze over the country road on the way to Clint's work. Shasta has you pull up behind an automotive garage. The yard is filled with beat-up old pick-up trucks. A couple of newer ATVs and a 4x4 are parked off to one side. A man in his mid-twenties is wiping his hands on a blue cloth towel. He gives his hands an extra good rub and comes up to greet Shasta.

"Hey Shasta, what brings you round here?" Clint says. "I thought your mama was gonna lock you up till you got married."

"Ha ha," Shasta says. "Me and Sarah are on college break and I wanted to come say hi. You're so busy, I didn't want to miss you before I head back."

"Just for ol' me, huh?" Clint says. He looks over Shasta's shoulder, past her honey-blonde hair, at you, then back to Shasta. "Boyfriend?"

"He's just my ride," Shasta says. "His sister works with my mom and he came by to ask about her apron or something. Says he's a good kisser. Hey."

"What?" Clint asks.

"Hey Tom, c'mon out," Shasta says.

"Sure," you say. "What's up?"

"You say you're a good kisser, right?" Shasta says.

"Ri--ight?" you say. "You said you really couldn't compare."

"Whoo-hoo!" Clint says. "Thought he was just your ride."

"I traded him a kiss to take me down to see you," Shasta says.

"Oh ho ho," Clint says, grinning. "So do I take your meaning that you do want to compare?" he asks.

"Yep. Tom. Clint. I wanna know who's best," Shasta says.

You can see it's really a ploy for Shasta to get a kiss out of Clint, but maybe you can win this one.

Clint laughs. "I'm up," he says. "You in, Tom? Pleased to meetcha anyway."

"I'm in," you say.

"Okay Tom, you first," Shasta says.

Custom test: Roll +hot (+1) to beat Clint at kissing Shasta.

• On a 10+, you win the kissing contest. Take Shasta home with +1 forward.
• On a 7-9, you tie. Shasta and Clint make a date but you take her and the beer home.
• On a miss, you lose. Leave Shasta with Clint and take the beer back alone.