Two friends, Clarke and Mike, were enjoying cocktails on a ritzy rooftop bar.
As they sipped their drinks, admiring the breathtaking view of the cityscape, Clarke turned to Mike with a mischievous grin:
“Hey, I’ll bet you $100 that I can pull off the craziest stunt you’ve ever seen,” he declared, his eyes gleaming with a hint of bravado.
Mike raised a skeptical brow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Oh, really? And what might that be?” he asked, leaning back in his chair.
“I’ll jump off this building,” Clarke announced, his voice brimming with confidence, “let the wind take me all the way around it, and I’ll land right back up here on the roof. What do you say?”
Mike’s eyes widened in disbelief, his drink pausing halfway to his lips.
“You’re joking, right? There’s no way you can pull that off without, you know, dying.”
“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong, my friend,” Clarke replied, a mischievous glint in his eye.
“I’ve been practicing this for weeks. It’s as easy as falling off a log – except in this case, I’ll be falling off a building.”
Sensing that his friend was dead serious, Mike let out a long sigh.
“Well, I can’t resist a free $100, so you’re on,” he conceded.
Without further ado, Clarke strode to the edge of the rooftop, took a deep breath, and leaped off the building.
Mike held his breath, watching in a mix of awe and terror as his friend soared through the air, his body tumbling and twisting as the wind carried him around the hotel’s exterior.
True to his word, Clarke landed safely back on the roof, a triumphant grin on his face.
“Pay up, my friend,” he said, extending his hand expectantly.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Mike handed over the promised $100, his respect for Clarke’s daring antics mingling with a growing sense of unease.
For the rest of the night, Clarke continued to perform his death-defying stunt, collecting money from his increasingly impressed – and slightly horrified – friends.
Finally, after seeing several successful attempts from Clarke, Mike decided to try his luck, eager to experience the thrill and reap the rewards.
With a confident stride, he approached the ledge, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
“Alright, let’s see if I can stick the landing,” Mike declared, before plummeting off the edge.
Sure enough, Mike fell like a lead brick and slammed right into the pavement below.
At this moment the bartender, who had witnessed the entire spectacle, shook his head in a mix of disbelief and disgust, and turned to Clarke:
“You sure are a jerk when you’re drunk, Superman,”
