The two guys looked at each other. I don't know if they knew each other, but they both knew what a spitroast was. I was the only apparent innocent one in the bunch.

"What's your part in this?" My guy asked Kathy.

"Observer. I've got two thousand dollars on the line and I have to make sure she fulfills all conditions of the bet."

They looked at each other again. "I'm in," my guy said. "Me, too," Kathy's guy said.

Good. We had a quorum. I stood up and downed the rest of my drink. "Follow me gentlemen."

Everyone got up after me and I walked to the guard looking...