Go for the fancy shot

You try to be fancy and fall on your arse - you end up potting the white cleanly, and Kerry smirks as she cleanly pots her remaining balls.

The chav and the goth march up to you, grinning, and shove you over to the bar where the smirking little kiwi barmaid is already waiting with the forfeit jar. The girls laugh as you gulp and shove your hand in to pick your fate.