Tank POV
That game was good.
The skills were high, as the guys weren't completely drunk yet.
The guys' morale was rising as the game progressed, which was what we needed after that meeting, which left a sour feeling in my stomach.
I managed to get through most of the rounds without playing at the same time as Max, so I could watch her, shaking her booty, like a professional. I knew what she was doing, and I bet the other guys did too, but we still looked at the show and enjoyed it.
I don't mind agreeing with most of the guys that she was good, and I was proud of her; she was not giving an inch in this competition. If she broke, the challenger wouldn't have to step up to the table. I can't say I have ever seen a person manage to clear the table so many times in a row.
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