The Hungover - Games

Then he heard it: a soft, wet ah-choo from across the arena.

The rules were clear now.

Jack groaned. The last thing he remembered was his friend Dave saying, “One more shot, bro. What’s the worst that could happen?” Apparently, the worst was waking up in a dystopian reality show where the only weapons were regret, dehydration, and the vague memory of a bad decision. The Hungover Games

“Welcome,” boomed a voice from overhead, “to the Hungover Games.” Then he heard it: a soft, wet ah-choo from across the arena

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. The last thing he remembered was his friend

Jack, moving slowly and deliberately, grabbed the sunglasses and the burrito. He ate the burrito in three desperate bites, then put on the sunglasses. For a moment, the world softened.