Then he heard it: a soft, wet ah-choo from across the arena.
Jack and the woman looked at each other in pure, unadulterated horror. They both sat down on the cold concrete, held their heads in their hands, and waited for the inevitable shame to begin. The Hungover Games
“Welcome,” boomed a voice from overhead, “to the Hungover Games.” Then he heard it: a soft, wet ah-choo from across the arena