The Hungover Games Link

He opened one eye. Then the other. He was in a large, circular arena, surrounded by fifty other people in various states of dishevelment. A woman next to him was still wearing a sequined tube top from the night before, her face half-smudged with glitter. A man clutched a half-empty bottle of tequila like a teddy bear.

“Me neither,” Jack said. “My temples are throbbing.” The Hungover Games

The Hungover Games: no one really wins. But at least you don’t have to fight for the Advil alone. He opened one eye

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. A woman next to him was still wearing

What followed was not heroic combat but the ugliest, most pathetic scramble in reality TV history. A man in a bathrobe tried to fight for the Advil but threw up instead. Two women formed a shaky alliance based on the fact that they both had the same Uber receipt from last night. Someone screamed, “I just want to go home and lie down,” and three others nodded in solidarity, forfeiting immediately.