Let me get this straight: First you follow me around the party all night demanding I arm wrestle you. I refuse, repeatedly, before finally agreeing, mostly to shut you up. Then you say you want to put 20 bucks on it. I ask if you’re sure, you say yes, and so we go for it. I win, convincingly, but I don’t gloat or try to embarrass you in front of that girl (who, by the way, was definitely not planning to sleep with you, regardless of the outcome). And you stiff me. Just flat out refuse to pay. I could have beaten it out of you, but I’m not the type. Honestly, though, I could’ve used the cash for gas to get home. Next time, keep your gun in the holster, tough guy.