Wren stood casually at one end of the reinforced iron table and at the other end stood his first contestant in the Handshake, which happened to be the sweating man that had just lost brutally to the bearded champion mere moments ago.
The crowd was packed tight around them with the neon lights falling onto their bodies as they cheered loudly.
'I just have to win against three people in thirty minutes…' Wren thought, taking a deep calming breath.
That didn't sound so hard... 'Though when I had wanted to go out for some simple drinks with Cara, this had definitely been the absolute last thing I was expecting. I guess a night out is just different for everybody.'
Wren finished the thought, shaking his head slightly. He glanced over his shoulder at Cara and she was standing near the front of the crowd with a flushed face and flashing him two enthusiastic thumbs up, she looked fully invested in his impending victory.
