I closed my eyes, trying to ward off the feeling of being ganged up on. I was all to aware of the inconsequential details of the moment: my flushed cheeks, the stillness of the night, the distant sound of traffic on the freeway, the way it felt like all eyes were on me, whether that was the case or not.
"Okay, fine," I said, through gritted teeth. "I'm in. I'll do it. But if this goes to hell, don't say I didn't warn you."