"Heitor"

I arrived with Edu and Enzo at the Social Club. The guys had reserved a room there and had gone all out, setting up a room with a pool table, poker table, and arcade games, leather sofas scattered throughout, and a 1950s-style bar with all kinds of drinks. This would be fun and relaxing.

"So, ready to have your last bachelor's night?" Patrício asked as soon as I arrived.

"I thought this day would never come." Alessandro approached and handed me a glass.

Only then did I notice they were all wearing the same shirt, a black shirt with a cartoon of me being dragged by a rope tied to my foot by a cartoon of Sam, and underneath it the words "game over." These guys looked like kindergarteners.

As if the shirts weren't enough, they had prepared several activities, all of them involving a lot of alcohol. I probably wouldn't even remember my own name the next day. I was already a little drunk when I saw Flávio answer a call and leave the room in disguise. When he returned, he took Patr