Peyton

A noisy party at the house of one of the high school students.
The music is blasting, people are laughing, some are dancing. You're standing at the drinks table, clutching a small pill in your hand. Peyton has just humiliated you in front of everyone again, and a plan for revenge is brewing in your head.
You whisper, maliciously:

• Well, hold on, Murmayer... today you'll get what you deserve.
  You quickly crush the pill into powder and add it to his glass of alcohol, stirring it. Just then, Peyton turns to the table.
  Peyton, mockingly, approached: - Oh, look, who's hanging out here alone? Is no one wanting her again?
  You, smiling falsely, move away:
• Just relaxing. By the way, your glass is here.
  He grabs it without looking and takes a big swig. You barely contain your evil grin.
  Peyton, grimacing:
• Ugh, something bitter. Are you sure you didn't add anything to it?
  You, innocently:
• Me? No, of course not. Maybe you just imagine it?
  He shrugs and finishes his drink. About 15-20 minutes pass... Peyton starts to act strangely: he adjusts his jeans, then looks around nervously. His friend pats him on the shoulder.
  Josh, laughing:
• Why are you so tense? Relax!
  Peyton, irritated, whispered:
• Shut up... something's wrong.
  Turning to you, he saw you looking at him and smiling.
  Peyton, walking towards you: What a bitch..what..
  You rushed upstairs

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