After the awards ceremony, a group went to a drinking party.
The first round was normal—just drinking and dancing. The second round got a little wild.
But it wasn't mandatory; participation was voluntary.
After a few bottles, I was feeling tipsy when the music in the dance area stopped and they announced 'game time'.
The club prepared name cards for everyone in the private room, mixing men and women together. Whoever you drew, you'd spend the night with them.
According to the host, there were some big shots here tonight. It was up to fate whether you could connect with them.
A waiter came around with a tray, handing out cards. The name I drew was actually Arthur.
Arthur had been my brother's commanding officer in the military. He was the one who brought my brother's ashes home.
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