Everyone thought Vanessa must be out of her mind-she actually agreed to a bet like that? If she lost, Rachel would totally make her go through with it. And Rachel straight-up hated her guts. There's no way she'd go easy on her.
There was a gleam in Rachel's eyes, like a cat about to pounce. She grinned and said, "Alright then, the bet is-whoever loses has to chug alcohol and do a striptease in front of everyone here."
Tessa couldn't take it anymore. "Rachel, don't you think you're taking it way too far?" she snapped.
But Vanessa just smiled, corners of her lips curling up. "Fair's fair. Striptease and booze for the loser, I'm in. But hey, you better not chicken out."
Rachel's face twitched. What the hell did that mean? Was Vanessa trolling her? A clueless nobody like her dare
