It was kind of a funny story tbh, me and my best bro got back stage passes to the "Model of the Year" competition through a friend of ours who was a high mucketty muck at one of the TV stations so the models and all of the other people back there saw us and wondered who the fuck we were and what the fuck we were doing in that secure location. They probably thought that we were mafia since we were keeping mostly to ourselves. Later that night we found out where the afterparty was and since a fair number of people remembered us from backstage at the event the bouncers let us in. Open bar, free drugs (not me, I'm allergic to cocaine) and then my buddy had this idiotic idea for a bet, he claimed that he could get a kiss from all of the absolutely stunning contestants who were gyrating on the dancefloor, he promised that he would get all 10 of them. I "won" the $50 since he only managed to get 9 of the 10 but it was a Pyrrhic victory. That 10th one was the hottest of them all and I have a feeling that he is still bitter about it. Don't ask about the Russian mafia party, my lips are sealed about that one. Edit: I didn't compete because I had a 9.5 who was fuming that we even went. A bird in the hand etc.