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Reed's voice boomed over the music, cutting through the chatter to get our attention. “Alright, people! It’s game time!” Cheers erupted throughout the room as he stood on one of the sofas, waving his hands dramatically in the air.
He started going through all the activities they had lined up, and we were all totally on board since morning felt like ages away. “Alright, we’re kicking things off with a drinking game,” he said, gesturing toward the long table in the center of the room. “We need everyone around the table. Pick your squad and let the shenanigans begin!”
We all waddled over to the table, the atmosphere crackling with giggles and the occasional splash of drinks flying about like confetti. Fia and I took our places at one end, and I did my best to pretend the tightness in
