When Fire Meets Ice
Their face lit up when they saw me, like they had been waiting for my arrival.
"Good to have you, man." The guys and I exchanged handshakes.
They sat in a lounge around a table filled with drinks of different types, cards, and party cups. I got settled beside Zayn who offered me my first drink.
"Thanks," I nodded and accepted it. Part of the happy mood was that we had been selected for the Sandario City Cup, a nationwide event that high schoolers barely made it to.
Tim, one of our teammates, stood up. He seemed a bit drunk because he was staggering a bit but also sober enough to say what was on his mind.