“Your challenge,” the voice continued, “is simple. Survive. Avoid eye contact. Do not under any circumstances say ‘I’ll be fine.’ And whatever you do—do not sneeze.”
“Me neither,” Jack said. “My temples are throbbing.” The Hungover Games
Jack stumbled through the next few hours, avoiding sudden movements, loud noises, and anyone who said, “I feel great, actually.” He crawled through a tunnel of discarded party streamers, scaled a foam pit that smelled suspiciously of cheap vodka, and at one point had to outrun a rolling wave of brunch leftovers. “Your challenge,” the voice continued, “is simple
Jack and the woman looked at each other in pure, unadulterated horror. They both sat down on the cold concrete, held their heads in their hands, and waited for the inevitable shame to begin. Do not under any circumstances say ‘I’ll be fine
They stared at each other. Then, simultaneously, they both said, “Truce?”
The Hungover Games: no one really wins. But at least you don’t have to fight for the Advil alone.
“Fine. You both win. But you have to watch a recap of everything you said last night on video.”