Sal Monela - Sitcom Sunset

>You try not to laugh
"Hhhnk..."
"Pffff..."
"Bwahahahaha!..."
>Slut pouts and turns away
>"Jerk."
>Maybe later
>She starts to walk away
>You are usually too beta to talk to women even though you've been watching Simple 30
>You don't know if it's the stress relieving laughter, the fact that you already made a shitty first impression or the absurdity of the situation, but you feel completely unthreatened and daring
>You do the otherwise unthinkable and reach for her
>You take her hand and stop her
>You try to stop laughing because your cheeks hurt
>She is startled by your hand and she turns
>You see her shirt again
>It's no use!
>You lean forward, lower your head and emit a high-pitched goblin giggle
"Hee hee hee...sorry...I'm so sor-pfhahah!"
>Slut tugs at your hand to let go but you refuse to
>Instead you cough heartily, swearing between coughs
>You clear your throat
>You manage to control yourself, although you still sport a large smile
"I don't think you are a slut. I think you have guts for seeing the bet through. Would you mind telling me the story behind the bet, because I wanna hear it like crazy!"
>Slut frowns
>"Dude, I don't even know you."
"I'm Anon!" you proclaim in a hearty manner
"And you?"
>Slut lets out a long breath
>"I'm Sunset Shimmer."
"Nice to meet you, Sunset Shimmer!"
>You shake her hand
>You know, the one you haven't let go of this whole time
>You turn and point at the café
"You were going to the café anyway, right? Let's go together."
>"....S-sure...Why not."

And that's how I met you mother, kids.