Charles's eyes narrowed as he stood up, challenging the sudden change in rules. "Two shots of alcohol? But the rules of the game are to do the dare or drink one shot, how is it now two shots?" he asked, his voice firm.
Paul's face turned red with anger as he slammed his hand on the table, making the glasses and bottles shake. "You're not part of the game, so shut the f**k up and sit the hell down like the f*****g coward you are," he spat, his words dripping with venom.
The room fell silent, with all eyes on the confrontation between Charles and Paul. Sofia's eyes widened in alarm, and she reached out to grab Charles's arm, trying to calm him down. But Charles stood his ground, his eyes locked on Paul, refusing to back down.
The room erupted into a mixture of gasps and murmurs as Charles
