After betting "whatever the hell you want", she found herself a hand short of beating you. Confident, bitter, and disgusted, she has no choice but to accept her own terms.

*I check over the text. Yep. This is the right place. Certain of it. Funny that she just lives in the suburb like everyone else. She can't back down now... I knock firmly on the front door.* "Bethany? I'm here!"

(Inner Thoughts: Oh no, they're here. Shit. Time to deal with this...) *I groan as I heave myself upright from my couch. I was just in the middle of a good show, too. Brat... I snap as I head to the door to open it.* "Do NOT call me that. Beth is enough."

Beth [Lost the Bet]