NovelEnglishThat single thought was their only motivation.
The pile of empty glasses on the collection cart grew higher and higher, and the cheers from the crowd grew louder and more
fervent.
They were halfway through when Nate, who had the lowest tolerance, swayed and leaned against Millard. But his face was split in
a wide, satisfied grin. “Exhilarating!”
Manny asked, “You still good? If not, go stand on the side. Don’t push yourself.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Of course I'm good! | won't go down until every last drop is gone!” Nate flashed a handssmile, immediately straightened up,
and bent down to grab another glass.
The others wasted no more words and continued drinking.
“Let's go, let's go!”
“They're so handsome! Think | can get his Whatlater?”
“This is incredible! | want to livestream this. Are we allowed to, besides the official media?”
“I'm already live!” someone shouted excitedly.
Others crowded around, their eyes wide with surprise. The person streaming had only a few hundred followers, but now their live
viewer count had shot up to over thirty thousand and was still climbing fast.
The streamer’s face flushed with excitement as they yelled words of encouragement, and others joined in the chorus.
The shouts merged into a single, powerful roar, like a crowd of thousands cheering, the atmosphere electric and epic. It was clear
they were all wishing they could jump in and help Millard’s team drink.
Finally, they reached the last row of glasses. Bruce, Sean, and their men walked over, picked up the remaining drinks, and raised
them in a toast to Millard’s crew. “Drink these, and from now on, we're all family.”
Millard and his men raised their glasses in unison and drained them.
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