Sharing A Singular Brain Cell

After Ashley's suggestion, the ride to the hotel became a silent one, except for the occasional groan or grunt as someone shifted in their seat. 

It was then that the exhaustion hit them—battered both physically and mentally after their humiliating scrimmage. When they arrived, though, their jaws dropped.

The hotel was magnificent, clearly designed for athletes of the highest caliber. It stood tall, the glass windows reflecting the evening sky. 

The lobby alone was worth the price of admission, with marble floors, lush green plants, and a chandelier that looked like it had been plucked straight out of a movie.

"Whoa," Max said, stepping in first and spinning in a slow circle. "We're staying here? For real?"

"Yes, for real," Jimmy said, dragging his feet toward the reception desk. "They're not going to dump Global Games athletes in a cheap hostel. Besides, haven't you been to this kind of place before? It can't compare to the hotels I've been in."