Underground club Stories

The cabin smelled of pine and stale beer, the kind of late-night haze that clung to everything after hours of laughing and arguing. Five friends sprawled around the flickering fireplace, their faces flushed from alcohol and the thrill of one-upping each other. It had started innocently enough—a debate about obscure world records, like the guy who balanced a lawnmower on his chin or the woman who ate 47 hot dogs in a minut...