Screw up the shot on purpose
From Create Your Own Story
The eight ball goes nowhere near the pocket. Len laughs.
"Damn," you say, straightening up. "Well, I lost. I guess that means I owe you a favor, no matter how depraved."
Len puts his cue on the table, and leans on it, his thick arms bulging in the t-shirt. He grins.
"Shit," he says. "I was gonna take you back to my place and see if that ass is as good as it looks in those jeans... But if depraved is on the table, I can totally dig that." He straightens up. "Up to you, birthday boy."
You take a breath.
You say...
