The opening credits came to an end, with the sight of a gavel hammering down and the word 'Justice!' appearing on screen. The camera cut away from the opening credits and showed the judge, white wig and black robes as usual, however his setting was different to earlier episodes. Whereas usually the setting had been a TV studio made to look like a courtroom, on this particular evening the backdrop was much darker and the judge was sat in a booth upon a stage, overlooking a huge number of relatively young looking onlookers. The judge then began to speak;

"Hello and welcome to 'Justice!', the show which gives you the chance of revenge against friends or foes who have done you wrong. Convince a jury of your peers that you have been wronged and the wrongdoer will face a cruel and unusual punishment. Fail to convince them however, and you yourself will be subject to the punishment. Someone who failed to convince our jury that they had been sufficiently wronged was last episode's unfortunate victim Hayley, so lets have a quick look at what happened to her."

The screen showed snippets of the previous episode, Hayley and Rebecca pleading their cases, before the vote reveal which ended in the largest landslide in the show's fledgling history, resulting in Hayley's double punishment. Video was shown of Hayley's first punishment, a 13 mile run with shorts filled with an alphabet of food, before moving onto her second punishment, being forced to row whilst being sprayed with soup and subsequently capsizing into the soup. Finally, some unseen footage was shown of a shattered and destroyed Hayley gingerly making her way out of the boat, dripping copious amounts of soup as she went, walking in a straight line almost in a state of shock, arms down by her side but slightly away from her body, ending back in the cage to whisked off backstage for a shower she had never needed more in her life.

"There you go ladies and gentlemen, probably our most brutal punishment yet, but who can say our obsessive personal trainer didn't deserve it?", the judge began. "Back to today however, and the more observant among you may have noticed that we are not in the studio for today's episode. Instead, we are in this delightful cocktail bar come nightclub, the reasons for which will become clear very soon. Additionally, instead of a studio audience jury we have these wonderful people ready to decide the fate of today's contestants. Give me a cheer!!!"

The camera cut to the dancefloor of the cocktail bar come nightclub, which was packed with people on a night out, who were all ecstatic to find out they may get their 15 minutes of fame on the telly. No sooner had the judge finished speaking, than the nightclub goers gave a huge cheer, evidencing how raucous this evening may be.

"Well, that was quite emphatic", the judge remarked. "Now, without further ado, lets meet today's plaintiff. Please state your name, age and place of residence."

The camera cut to a tall, statuesque woman around 5'10, with olive skin and long, straight, dark brown hair stretching to the middle of her back, who then began to speak.

"My name is Yasmin, I am 27 years old and I live in Bristol."

"Thank you Yasmin", said the judge. "Now lets meet our defendant. Please state your name, age and place of residence."

This time the camera cut to a shorter woman of around 5'4, with lightly tanned skin and a slim but shapely physique. Her hair hung in a ponytail over her right shoulder, and despite having been dyed blonde, still showed clear dark roots near her scalp. She then responded to the judge's request;

"My name is Melodie, I am 25 years old and I live in Bristol."

"Thank you Melodie", the judge said. "So Yasmin, why are you attempting to prosecute Melodie today?"

"Well judge, Melodie and I both work at this wonderful establishment, and a few weeks ago I was promoted to bar manager. Melodie and I have worked together and been friends for a long time, so to celebrate my promotion the pair of us plus a few other staff members went out for the evening. About a month previously I broke up with my boyfriend of 3 years after I found out her cheated on me, and of course who should we bump into in the same club, but my ex. We all decided to keep our distance, until about an hour into the evening when I saw Melodie snogging my cheating ex. I honestly couldn't believe my eyes, and felt quite betrayed that someone who was meant to be one of my best friends would break the 'Gal code' and kiss my ex. I feel very strongly that this action needs to be punished, and I would hope the jury see it the same way." Yasmin spoke clearly and confidently, clearly very assured of Meoldie's guilt.

"Well", said the judge, "An impressive opening speech, what do you have to say in response Melodie?"

The camera cut to the shorter girl who began to speak;

"Well judge, thank you for the opportunity to defend myself against these heinous accusations, and can I first give a massive shout out to the jury below for being absolute legends and supporting our bar!!"

Yasmin rolled her eyes as the progressively more drunk crowd cheered once again. Melodie then continued;

"Whilst it is true that I did kiss Yasmin's ex, I would like to point out that I was about 10 drinks down by this point of the evening, and any conscious thought had gone out of the window. I barely knew who I was, let alone who the person I was snogging was. When I found out what I had done, I apologised profusely to Yasmin, but to be honest since she has become a manager she has changed. She used to be fun and outgoing, but now she is so boring and bossy, and is getting ideas above her station. She acts like she owns the place and gets the rest of us to do all the work whilst she 'delegates'. I don't think that is right, and I think she should be punished for pure laziness!"

The judge tried to speak but was cut off by Yasmin's rapid response;

"That is complete whataboutism", the taller girl began, suddenly a lot more riled than when she had been speaking previously. "This isn't about me as a manager, this is about you kissing the guy who broke my heart and stabbing me in the back. Also, you never owned up to kissing him, it was only when I confronted you the next day that you confessed, so you clearly did know who you were kissing. Oh and of course I act differently now I am a manager, I have a tonne of additional responsibilities now and can't just let my hair down all the time. And 10 drinks isn't even that many!!"

The judge was fairly redundant at this point, as Melodie was quick to retort;

"Maybe 10 drinks isn't a lot for a giant like you, but it hits me pretty quickly. And I was going to tell you what I had done, but you ambushed me at the first opportunity so I never had a chance, and like I say I was extremely apologetic and tried my best to make it up to you. You have however made it very difficult to feel sorry for you since you have become a manager. Everything is always someone else's job, and you micro-manage like there's no tomorrow. Every little thing I do is scrutinised beyond belief and it makes working with you hellish and far less enjoyable than it used to be."

"Thank you ladies" the judge said, getting in quickly before they continued their back and forth. "I think our jury have heard enough, however I understand that there is an additional little wager between the two of you, which explains why we are here this evening. Yasmin would you care to share?"

The camera cut to Yasmin, who addressed the judge;

"Certainly judge. We decided that whoever loses will not only have to go through the punishment, but will also have to complete their evening shift here behind the bar without changing their clothes or having a shower."

"Well", the judge said, the camera cutting back to him. "It seems like one of these ladies will be in for a very unpleasant evening. But which one is up to our jury. You have all downloaded an app which will allow you to decide whether Melodie is guilty of kissing Yasmin's ex and breaking the 'Gal code' or whether it was an honest mistake and Yasmin deserves bringing down a peg or two. Please vote now, and for those at home join us after the break when we will be revealing our wonderful prisoner's uniform to our two ladies, and demonstrating our cocktail themed punishment."

The ad break ended, with the scene returning to the judge still on his platform above the crowd of nightclub goers, as well as the two feuding employees below him to the sides.

"Welcome back to justice", the judge began. "Before the break, we saw and heard Yasmin here attempting to prosecute Melodie for kissing her ex-boyfriend on a night out. In her defence, Melodie claims she was extremely drunk and apologetic, and that Yasmin is a dreadful boss."

The camera cut to show the difference in the two ladies, Yasmin still standing stoically assured of her innocence, whilst the more extroverted Melodie was still trying to get the crowd on her side by nodding along as the judge said that Yasmin was a bad boss. The camera then cut back to the judge who continued his speech;

"One of these ladies will be on the receiving end of our cocktail themed punishment today, although no alcohol will be involved so perhaps mocktail themed is more appropriate. But just what is the punishment I hear you ask, and what will our unfortunate lady be wearing whilst they undertake this week's punishmentthe Muck-tail maker? Lets bring in 'Prisoner 1' who will demonstrate the punishment and model the prisoner's uniform."

Out from the staff area of the nightclub a 'police officer' walked out carrying the crash test dummy 'Prisoner 1', which was attired in the usual prisoner's uniform of incredibly short cotton shorts and a tight-fitting cotton t-shirt with small sleeves and cropped to halfway down the dummy's midriff. As usual, both shorts and t-shirt were grey with small black arrows.

The 'police officer' carried the dummy into the centre of the nightclub floor, which now rather than being filled with a mass of drunken nightclub goers, was now filled with a large contraption which was designed to look like a cocktail shaker. The contraption had clear plastic all around the sides so that it was easy to see inside. At the bottom of the shaker appeared to be a fan like system, and hanging down from the roof in the centre of the shaker was a large black pole, which had a small protrusion at the bottom and finished a few feet above the fan.

The 'police officer' took the dummy in through the door of the shaker, and placed it with its legs resting on the pole protrusion and tied its arms around the back of the pole. The 'police officer' then stepped outside the contraption, closing the door behind them. At this point, the pole began to rotate, spinning around with 'Prisoner 1' attached. The pole not only spun on its vertical axis, but also its horizontal, meaning the dummy was being spun around the shaker as well spinning on the pole itself. After a short while water began to fall down from the ceiling, soaking the dummy as it continued to spin. This also triggered the fan, which lead to the water being sprayed around the shaker, as more water was dropped from the ceiling and the cycle continued. There were five drops from the ceiling in total, before the pole eventually stopped spinning and returned to its stationary upright position in the centre of the shaker.
Both girls looked on in a state of stunned disbelief at what they had just seen. Melodie emitted a very brief nervous laugh, whereas Yasmin stood slightly shaking her head, knowing that not only would the punishment be dreadful but that her figure would look ridiculous in the prisoner's uniform. The camera then cut to the judge;

"So there you have it, the 'Muck-tail maker' in all its glory. Although, that's not quite true. You see, it won't just be water one of these ladies are facing. Instead, our five compartments will be filled with cocktail-based delights. These will be olive oil, from the olives used in many a cocktail, peach puree from a Bellini, tomatoes from a Bloody Mary, mayonnaise to represent the eggs used in many cocktails, and finally some delightful wet coffee grounds to represent an espresso martini."

Both girls were stunned at this revelation. They figured that it probably wouldn't be water in the shaker, but some of the items were horrendous. In particular, the coffee grounds made both of them shudder as they knew just how difficult they would be to wash out, particularly given one of them would be continuing their shift covered in the slop. The judge then continued;

"Now that the consequences have been explained, I think its time we moved onto the main event. It is usually at this time that I would ask the foreperson of the jury to reveal the result, however I think today's jury may be a little past the point of coherent speech. Therefore we are going to use the technology available to us. If all the lights in the nightclub turn red, Melodie has been found guilty and will be taking the punishment, however if they all turn green, Melodie is innocent and Yasmin will be taking her place. So without further ado, lets turn on the lights!"

With this, all the lights in the nightclub began flashing between red and green. The camera cut to Yasmin and Melodie, who both downed a shot of something presumably alcoholic to calm their nerves. The lights flashed for a few seconds more, before finally settling on one colour, illuminating the entire nightclub. Cheers erupted from the nightclub floor, albeit this would likely have happened regardless of the result. As it was however, the nightclub was shrouded in bright crimson, condemning Melodie to her fate.

Yasmin gave a fairly subdued fist bump reaction, whilst Melodie half smiled with her tongue pressed into the inside of her cheek, as two 'police officers' shepherded her down from her platform and in front of the judge, who began to address her;

"Melodie, you have been found guilty of breaking the 'Gal code' and snogging your friend and boss' ex on a night out. As a result, you shall be taking a ride on the Muck-tail maker. Please take her into custody and prepare her for punishment."

Melodie was walked by the 'Police officers' to the staff area to get changed into the prisoner's uniform. The judge then turned to Yasmin;

"Yasmin, you have successfully prosecuted Melodie, how do you feel?"

"I feel relieved to be honest judge", Yasmin began. "I was worried Melodie had managed to turn the jury to her side, however I am glad that common sense prevailed. I am sure Melodie will take this in good spirit, and that we will be able to laugh about this once its over. Better her than me though of course!"

"Well", replied the judge, "Lets see just how well she takes it. Please bring in the prisoner!".

Out from the staff area walked the two 'police officers', however on this occasion they were not accompanied by a cage due to the steps leading to the nightclub floor. Instead, Melodie had her head and wrists placed into an overhead pillory for maximum discomfort and humiliation. Now that she was wearing the prisoner's uniform, three visible tattoos were revealed, a dragonfly on her bare right foot, a black feather on her upper left arm and a Celtic labyrinth on her upper left thigh, visible due to the shortness of her shorts. The t-shirt too was short, revealing her cute belly button. Melodie was unlocked from the pillory and was led towards the 'Muck-tail maker'. The two 'police officers helped her up onto the platform, before securely tying her hands behind her back, making escape impossible. Melodie was still grinning with anticipatory nervousness before the 'police officers' shut the door of the 'Muck-tail maker' behind them and the judge addressed her;

"Melodie, you will shortly be taking a ride on the 'Muck-tail maker' as punishment for your kissing of your friend's ex. We hope that this experience demonstrate the dangers of excessive alcohol consumption, and will act as a deterrent in the future, so that you will hopefully be able to control yourself. Now, commence punishment!"

The judge slammed down his gavel as he finished his monologue.

"Bring it on!" shouted Melodie in one final act of defiance, just as she began to spin round inside the contraption that would be the source of her downfall. She spun in the dry for a few seconds, before the first ceiling compartment opened, dropping the olive oil down on the spinning Melodie, who took a shot directly to her face and hair. The oil soaked her instantly, albeit wasn't entirely unpleasant for the pony-tailed young woman. The fan below her also turned on, which lead to the olive oil being sprayed around the transparent chamber and attacking her from all angles. A few seconds later the second ceiling compartment opened, dropping the peach puree down into the 'Muck-tail maker'. Again, this wasn't an entirely unpleasant experience for Melodie and she even had time to open her mouth to digest some of the sweet puree. The puree and oil were being sprayed around the contraption, soaking every part of Melodie, absorbing into the cotton based shorts and t-shirt which offered no protection from the mess. Whilst she was somewhat enjoying this, she knew that her enjoyment was about to end with the final three items which would be dropping down shortly.

Sure enough, as Melodie predicted, the next item to fall on her was a far less pleasant experience than the oil or puree. Tinned tomatoes fell from the ceiling, initially crashing into Melodie's bare midriff and subsequently slithering down inside her shorts and underwear, causing her to grimace from her pole. As the tomatoes succumbed to gravity, they were suddenly blown straight back up again and around the 'Muck-tail maker', resulting in a barrage assaulting Melodie directly in her face and hair, running down her now lank and sodden ponytail. No sooner had this happened, than the fourth compartment opened dropping the thick mayonnaise on the now soaked girl. The drop caught her right in the face, and some even went in her mouth which she begrudgingly swallowed, a far less pleasant experience than her previous taste of the peach puree. Melodie was now stuck in a typhoon of mess, olive oil, peach puree, tinned tomatoes and mayonnaise all being flung around inside the large contraption, whilst Melodie was still spinning, every part of her being assaulted by the disgusting morass.

Melodie span for a little while longer, before the final ingredient was deposited down, and it was the one she was dreading most. The wet coffee grounds fell from the ceiling, landing directly on her head with a revolting splat. Immediately they began to assault her hair, getting stuck in amongst the other ingredients and causing a horrid grainy texture to engulf Melodie's hair. Further down, the coffee grounds were causing just as much damage, the bitty graininess invading every part of Melodie, any opening the coffee grounds could find were soon being filled, even the ones where Melodie desperately did not want them, the grains sliding their way into her underwear making her desperately uncomfortable, and for the first time really regretting kissing Yasmin's ex and being found guilty. Melodie continued to spin, the mess hammering into her as it was blown around by the fans, coffee grounds sticking to her entire body, as she now longed for the end of her ride. Her wish soon came true, as after about 15 more seconds the spinning died down, and she was soon back in her stationary starting position, her head still spinning slightly but mainly distracted by the feeling of wet and itchy discomfort. Her ordeal however, was not over there, as the two 'police officers' opened up the door to the machine, trying their best to keep their shoes clean from the mess on the floor inside the contraption, and untied the bedraggled bartender, leading her out of the 'Muck-tail maker'. The judge then began to speak;

"Congratulations Melodie, you have completed the first part of your punishment, however as I am sure you are aware there is a second part. Please take her to the bar, where she will be happy to serve drinks for the next hour, the remainder of her shift." Melodie was given a pair of flip flops to walk in so that she didn't slip, the camera getting a good view of the tomatoes and coffee grounds stuck in between her toes. The judge's proclamation that Melodie would be 'happy' to serve was also somewhat wide of the mark, as she trudged through the crowd on the nightclub floor, making a desperately uncomfortable walk of shame over to her bar, being heckled by the crowd as she did so.

The viewers at home were then shown a slightly sped up version of the next hour, with Melodie being forced to serve virtually every nightclub goer, as of course they all came to her for their drink regardless of the length of the queue. Every move she made just increased her discomfort, the tomatoes and coffee grounds sloshing around her underwear in particular were making her long for this to be over. The bravado she had once shown at the start of the punishment had long since dissipated, and now all she wanted was a long, hot shower to try and remove the now dried up slop which covered every part of her body and hair. Finally, as her shift came to a close, the judge and Yasmin made their way over to her bar. The judge then began to speak to her;

"So there we have it, Melodie has completed her ride on the 'Muck-tail maker' and her excruciatingly uncomfortable shift at the bar. But what are her thoughts, do you feel as though justice has been done?"

"Well this feels disgusting and I really want a shower, these coffee grounds are literally everywhere", Melodie began. "But I guess in the end it probably was deserved, and Yas I'm sorry I betrayed you and I have well and truly learnt my lesson."

"Well that is an unusual reaction for this show", the judge remarked. "Yasmin, what say you?"

"Well judge, whilst I'm eternally glad it wasn't me going through that, and it was pretty funny, I do feel a little bad for Melodie. I know it was a mistake driven by alcohol and she didn't do it to hurt me, and we will definitely remain friends going forward" Yasmin replied. The judge then began his closing remarks.

"Well isn't this lovely, two girls who will remain friends going forward. And all it took was one of them to be spun round and covered in olive oil, peach puree, tinned tomatoes, mayonnaise and coffee grounds. Of course there was a reason for this, and as the traditional saying goes, if you can't take the grime, DON'T DO THE CRIME!"