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"Nicola refuses to talk about any of the tasks but says she 'enjoyed the experience'" Sam said while settling on her couch.
"She's been the worst Leader ever and still puts it on her bio so don't give too many fucks about that!" Jamie brought a bottle of whisky and put two shot glasses on the table.
"What's this?"
"Tonight's options: Yer either letting me tweet about this clusterfuck or we make it a drinking game. One shot for every cringey Nic'la moment".
"How you can even think about drinking again on New Year's Day is beyond me" said Sam.
"I'm not letting a fucking dentist near me without fucking anaesthesia. Ye don't think I'll watch this without some emotional numbing".
"If you put it this way I see the appeal. I wonder how Malcolm deals with it".
"Rippin' out his intestines I'd say. Remind me why we're here?"
"Supporting terrible life choices of our best friends? Don't you chicken out now."