[The grimace on his face says it all. Oh god he's picturing it. He wonders if he has to hurl if he can do it silently.
At least she didn't dare him to make noise. He stands up, turns, heads over to a table and tries to subtly snag an empty pickle jar of brine. He comes back to the table, makes eye contact with her then squeezes his eyes shut and chugs.]
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At least she didn't dare him to make noise. He stands up, turns, heads over to a table and tries to subtly snag an empty pickle jar of brine. He comes back to the table, makes eye contact with her then squeezes his eyes shut and chugs.]