Title: The Lost Bet
Fandom/pairing: AC/DC/no pairings.
Summary: Brian and Cliff's bet didn't turn out in Cliff's favor.
Disclaimers: The characters presented in this story, while actual people, are presented in a fictional manner and are no way endorsed by the people they are based upon.
“You MUST be joking!” Cliff said, looking from the plate to Brian and back again.
“Not at all, mate, fair is fair. You lost the bet, you have to do whatever I say you do and I say you open the ol’ hatch and gobble that down.” Brian said, a shit-eating grin on his face.
“But that’s so GROSS!” Cliff said, his nose wrinkling up in disgust. “How can you honestly expect me to eat….to eat….THAT?”
“It’s very simple, mate. See, you said you could talk to that bird in the bar. I said you couldn’t and even if you did, you’d get something thrown at you. You asked me if I’d like to make a wager on that, I said sure and we both agreed that the loser did WHATEVER the winner wanted them to do. You had a pint thrown in your face, therefore you eat up. Bib?” Brian pulled a plastic bib from his pocket and, while Cliff struggled, tied it around his neck.
“This is so humiliating,” Cliff said.
“Cliff, I’ve got all bloody night to sit here and wait for you to eat that. However, I suggest you eat it soon. It’s better hot than cold.”
“Brian….do I….I really have to eat that?” Cliff’s bottom lip trembled as he spoke.
“Every last little bit.”
“But…they’re…they’re SQUID TENTACLES!”
“You won’t even notice them. It ain’t like they’re still squiggling, matey,” Brian said, plunging a fork into one of the tentacle bunches and placing the fork in Cliff’s hand. “Through the teeth, over the gums, look out stomach ‘cause here it comes, eh, mate?” Brian began to laugh at this. Cliff scowled at him and then looked down at the fork.
“Can’t I just eat this one and call it even?” Cliff asked.
“Nope, every single one has to go for us to be squared away.”
Cliff looked at the fork again, wrinkled his nose and then raised it slowly to his lips. He opened his mouth, inserted the tentacles, bit down, and removed the fork. As he chewed he gagged and coughed, and Brian laughed. Finally Cliff swallowed his mouthful and stuck out his tongue to prove he had done so.
“Not so hard now, was it?” Brian asked.
“That was so GROSS!” Cliff said.
“Only eleven more to go, mate,” Brian laughed.