Twenty Six
Later, we were all sat at a nearby fried chicken place, stuffing our faces full of juicy, oily goodness.
And that was when I decided to lay out my master plan.
"Alright guys, I came up with a modern day solution for an age old problem. And yes Toby, I already told Sam about everything. It was a necessary evil."
"Oh man, he had to physically hold me back from attacking your teammates in that nasty locker room," she sneered, sipping on her diet coke.
"What were you gonna do, scratch them with your acrylic nails?" Toby sighed in exasperation, "Honestly guys, it's not worth all the trouble. I'm fine."
"Actually, I agree with Julias. I think all this has been causing tension within the team and it's affecting our performance. It's best we find a way to solve it," Avery piped in, "Maybe a peace offering? A team bonding activity? Staging a good old-fashioned intervention?"