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Carrie:

The intense “Championship Game” with Berkeley came to a finale, as Kevin charged towards the end-zone and hurled the ball into the ground. As Kevin unstrapped his helmet, he gazed at the roaring crowd, and a throng of content team-mates running towards him. In order to celebrate their victory, the team decided to go clubbing. Although Gary and I were not heavy drinkers, we had our share of beers to keep in the “spirit” of the celebration.

When midnight rolled around, all of us had had at least a few alcoholic drinks and we were all beginning to feel the after-effect. However, the team linebacker, Lance Belange, gave new definition to the word “hung-over.” Maybe it was his crimson blood-shot eyes, or his corpselike pale skin, but his appearance was so horrendous, he looked like a para-normal being straight out of a Steven King novel. As he wobbled towards Gary and me, I hoped he was not intending to onset a dispute.

“Ya know, I’ve had my eye on your girl…I’ve had my eye on Carrie here for a long time…long time…What do you say Gary…What do you say…Why don’t you share the wealth for tonight…Share the wealth man…” Lance rambled, pressing his clammy left palm against the door frame above my head to stabilize his body.

“Sorry man, I was never known as much of a ‘sharer’,” Gary declared, grabbing my hand to lead me away from Lance. Unfortunately, Lance was not about to readily surrender so he firmly gripped onto my other hand.

Gary’s patience had been tested long enough. “Listen, asshole, you better let go of my girlfriend right now!” Gary asserted and he tightened his fists in preparation for battle.

“And what if I don’t you fucking prick? What if I grab your girlfriend right now and do whatever I want to her right in front of your fucking face? Whatcha gonna do?” Lance challenged and moved his hand to my waist.

“That’s it, fucking bastard…” Gary yelled, and with that, he dashed in Lance’s direction, hurling punches and kicks in a savage, jealous rage. The two warriors exchanged a few jabs and punches before Kevin and the club attendants sped onto the scene and broke up the battle. Although Kevin’s powerful muscular arms were enough to hold Gary back, the feeble club attendant could not keep his grip on Lance, the 200-pound linebacker. Instead, Lance almost effortlessly pranced from under the attendant’s grip and sprinted at full speed with a beer bottle in his hands. Kevin, preoccupied with calming Gary, did not take notice to the deranged lunatic leaping straight towards them. Everybody in the club watched in horror as Lance smacked the beer bottle over Gary’s head. Both Kevin and Gary fell down-Kevin sustained a minor cut to his finger and bounced back from the floor immediately. Unfortunately, Gary was not so lucky.

I stood mutely on the spot, with my thoughts running a mile an minute. When I finally re-composed myself, I frantically hurried over to Gary’s unconscious body. After attempting to revive him for an unsuccessful 15 minutes, cold-water finally did the trick. Gary began to stir, and Kevin drove Gary and me back to the dorm.

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