Any number of things could happen, really. But we prefer an ending like this, wherein the straight dude not only complies with the dare, but ends up turning the experiment into a tongue-heavy make out sesh that ends with smiles all around. Raphael : Lol.
I'm in the early hours of the morning, ponied up to a bar with a few friends, among them a strikingly beautiful, model-tall female we'll call Shannon. We're however many drinks in—that's inconsequential, really, but alcohol is always motivating—and leaning into each another with droopy lids and grinning mouths. She smells good.