She kisses Nate

"I pick you, Nate. You've been very kind and welcoming to me, and so I pick you."

"Okay," said Nate. "What do I do?"

"Oh, that's up to me? Oh gosh. I don't know. How about ... you let me kiss you?"

Nate smiled. "It would be my pleasure to let you kiss me. Can I kiss you back?"

"Of course, silly! Gosh, how boring would it be to just have a one-sided kiss?"

She walked over to Nate, and pulled her arms around his neck. She slowly leaned into him, and pressed her lips to his. Her tongue came forward and touched his lips, and then the tip of his tongue, and then slid further into his mouth. Their kiss became more intense, shifting directions. Abbie was up on her tiptoes, pressing her body into Nate as she held him more tightly.

Finally, they released. "Fuck," said Nate. "I was expecting like a peck on the cheek."

Abbie shrugged. "If you're going to do something, do it right." She looked at the other guys. "Who's next?"

Brad hopped up, and moved toward Abbie. "I'll go next!"

Abbie scowled at him. "I mean for the game."

Brad sighed. But he took up the cue stick, and aimed. His shot missed, and he grumbled back to the sideline. Wayne was next, and he lined up a shot, sinking a ball into a side pocked.

Abbie jumped up and down, clapping. "Nice shot, Wayne! Okay, now who do you pick, and what do they do?"