Shocked at his lewd suggestion, you slap Ernie across his face.
"Don't you ever suggest such a thing!" you scold him. "I may have gotten myself into this mess, but don't think I'd ever do that- that's illegal and improper!"
Ernie's face burned red in the dark of the theatre, and you think you can see his eyes start to well up with tears. Just as you begin to feel bad about hitting the poor child you see his face switch from pain and sadness to anger and vengeance. He scowls, grabs the large coke cup that is sitting in the armrest between the two of you and smiles.
"No, no, no, no, Ernie! Wai- EEEEEEE!!!!" You try to get your words out, but its too late. Ernie has smashed the nearly full 128 oz cup of Coke across your chest. The sweet-smelling, sticky liquid splashes across your face, soaks through your bra, spills all down your smooth, flat stomach to make it glisten slightly in the light of aisle, drain down onto your panties, and gather in a puddle between your exposed, soaked thighs.
In complete panic, you jump straight up from your seat, and as you do, your breasts, wet with Coke, bounce and jiggle with the rest of your exposed skin. Ernie and the other two kids you are supposed to be responsible can only laugh as they look at each other in amusement. Ernie gets another idea and points at popcorn sitting next to Billy, and then points at your rear end as you try to sqeegee as much of the coke off your bare body as you can.
Billy sees what Ernie is trying to say. He grabs the popcorn with one hand and the back of your panties with the other, and before you know what is happening you feel the back of your panties get filled up with the greasy popcorn kernels. Extra butter was a bad idea.
Now, with almost everyone in the theatre watching the Coke-soaked, half-naked, large-breasted girl standing up with popcorn being poured into your panties instead of the film, what do you do?