With pleasure.

I didn’t even hesitate. I couldn’t believe he was just going to bet $2,000 on a fucking Jigglypuff. Did I mention, one of the worst characters in the game? If he lost to my Peach with Fox, he had no chance with this pile of pink garbage.

I shook his hand and said, “You’re on! No backing out. No matter what. When you lose, I’m getting paid.”

I was obstinate. I wouldn’t let him back out of it and claim it was just a joke. Not with $2,000 on the line.

“That’s fine. If you’re worried I’ll go back on it, let’s make a recording to confirm the deal,” Josh replied.

“Fine,” I said.

I grabbed my phone and pressed the record button.

“Josh, if you lose this game of Smash, you agree to give me $2,000, buy me dinner every Friday for the next month, and to let me take your dad’s car out for a test drive. Do you agree?” I asked.

“I agree,” Josh replied.

“And if I lose, I agree to be tied up for an hour, you can touch me anywhere you want to, I’ll go for a ride in your dad's car, and then go home naked.”