According to Gabe, the game ended at 10-6, Zique scoring seven for his side and Damion scoring four. The field was now filled with people, cheering and congratulating, but Kiara and Gabe stayed planted in their spot.

“I feel like going home now.” Gabe sighed. “It was a good match, but I’d prefer to sleep than celebrate.”

“Celebrate? Will they be celebrating?”

“Yes, over some strong liquor. Liquor would be nice, but when Damion gets as wasted as he always does, I won’t be bringing him home.”