(Michelle Lui's POV)
"Reset the night," Andy said.
I wanted to laugh.
Reset?
There was no reset button for the emotional demolition that just happened.
But I appreciated the attempt.
Before I could answer, a familiar loud voice pierced the air:
"OKAY EVERYONE, LISTEN UP!"
Oh no.
Vince.
He hopped onto a nearby chair like a caffeinated gremlin, holding a bottle of tequila the size of my forearm.
Jeff immediately tried to drag him down.
"Bro, get OFF the chair, you're gonna fall—"
"I WILL GLADLY FALL IF IT MEANS STARTING THIS AFTER-PARTY PROPERLY!" Vince shouted, wobbling dramatically.
He raised the bottle like it was Excalibur.
"We are playing a game."
The crowd cheered.
I froze.
Kate paled. "Oh god."
Lara stiffened. "Vince… no."
Jasmine smiled sweetly, which meant absolutely no sweetness at all. "This should be fun."
Andy snorted. "This is going to be good."
Anthony, dead quiet until now, ran a slow hand down his face.
"Of course."
Steven…
