Jenkins
For the third night in a row, I spend time with the guys in the game room. Everyone is taking turns trying to beat me, but they can’t. The game is simple—aim, shoot, and take down enemies. Something I’ve trained for my whole life. Unlike the last two nights, today Gambo decided to open a bottle of tequila, and although I was reluctant to drink at first, after my fifth victory, I agreed to have a couple of shots and then another… and another. Playing and drinking—that’s how the last few hours have gone. I’m starting to feel a bit dizzy, and my tongue gets twisted when I speak, but I’m having a great time.
Around four in the morning, Oscar helps Gambo to his room since he can barely stand. Beni also heads off, and Lagos and I agree to play one last round before going to sleep.
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