Gacha Oc Challenge Wheel Novels & Stories

As there is an odd number, Kennedy offers to sit out the first round and rotate in the next. “I’m the only single in the condo. I will sit out,” I explain. The men agree, so they line the cups up in front of each of them on their sides of the table. “When you start, you go in order down the line on each side, chug the beverage in your glass, turn the empty cup over, then try to tip the cup over so that it stands upright before the next person goes. First team done wins,” I share. “Now, we need to decide on one drink everyone will chug,” I say.

I turned to look over at the T-Zone camp, wondering if their team was as rattled as Talay seemed. That's when I saw him. Ohm was standing at the edge of the T-Zone garage, dressed in a crisp, expensive linen suit that looked entirely out of place in the grease and grime of the pits. He wasn't cheering for Talay. He wasn't shouting. He was just standing there, watching me.