Darren’s POV“Drink! Drink! Drink!”The chant was loud and rough, bottles knocking against each other as my teammates tried to shake off the loss. Someone pushed a beer into my hand and I didn’t argue, I just took it and drank, letting the bitter taste sit on my tongue longer than it should. It didn’t help, not really, but it gave me something to do instead of thinking about the scoreboard still stuck in my head.Icebulls had won us again.I dropped the bottle on the table and leaned back, dragging a hand over my face. The bar was packed, full of noise and heat, but it didn’t feel like a celebration on our side. It felt forced, like we were all pretending we didn’t care about losing for the three consecutive times.“We’ll get them next time,” Mark said beside me, already sounding drunk.I let out a quiet scoff. “You said that last time.”“And we will say it again,” he replied with a grin, lifting his bottle.I didn’t smile back, because it wasn’t just about losing to me.It was those
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