Oh. Strange. Now he has to kiss Ira, too. Of course, each spin was an independent event, so everyone in the circle had the same probability of being selected, but still. It felt funny. Two roommates. Cash nods resolutely, then shuffles forward with as much dignity as he can muster, considering he's very drunk, on his knees, and about to kiss his friend; he's slightly too far back to take Ira's hand.

"This won't be weird," Cash says, in what is half promise and half untimely reference to Spencer and Ira's situation earlier in the year. Alcohol is doing nothing for his filter, unfortunately.