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Keani scrunched her nose, holding her hands out to the sides as she looked down at the gunk that covered her. [i]'What the fuck,'[/i] she thought to herself, trying to flick off as much of the nastiness as possible. She'd put her all into that first competition, and yet they still didn't get the win. Keani looked around at her teammates and groaned lightly to herself, shaking her head as she got up from off of the ground and made her way back to the Big House. A shower was absolutely needed, at this point.

Once cleaned up, her damp hair draped down over her shoulders, wearing her [url=https://www.black-leatherjacket.com/image/cache/data/double-collar-dark-brown-leather-bomber-jacket/womens-brown-leather-jacket-900x900.jpg]brown bomber jacket[/url], dark jeans and combat boots, she wandered herself into the kitchen where it seemed most of the commotion was coming from. Keani looked around, seeing as though the teams were for the most part co-existing. She took a mental note of everyone's interactions, who seemed to have the fakest smiles and tones to their voice. All these people were sharks, and if she was to survive, she'd have to become one herself. She decided going straight for the guy who'd scored the opposing team the win was a bit of a bold move, but it seemed as though someone already beat her to it.

She smirked and shook her head at the girl's attempts to flirt with him, laughing to herself. Walking around the kitchen bar, Keani squeezed past a few people and grabbed out shot glasses from the cupboards, calling out, [color=#F9E79F]"Where are they hiding the good stuff? We need shots up in here. This is a celebration!"[/color] Keani set a handful of glasses on the island bar, looking around at the people who were gathered. [color=#F9E79F]"Who's first?"[/color] she raised her eyebrow with a small grin on her face. Keani looked over at the guy who had won for his team, her grin turning to a bit of a smirk. [color=#F9E79F]"I think of all of us, you deserve it the most. Especially if you're offering to make food for everyone, least I can do is get ya' a drink. By the way, I never caught your name."[/color] Keani slightly raised her eyebrow, giving the man a once-over.

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Will was quite devastated that all the effort he'd put into trying to help win this for the team had been for next to nothing. Pulling 
his glasses from his face, he sighed heavily and looked around the blurry mess that was  being unable to see out of them anyway due to the thick, gooey substance..which, by the way, he could feel in just about every crevice he could think of. Cleansing himself of this vile stuff he was covered in was definitely in order. A shower would come first before- [i]grrrrr[/i]. Shower first, then food. Even with the shit he was covered in, somehow Will managed to keep his appetite.

He kept mostly to himself, only talking with people if they struck up a conversation with him first. He was starving, but everyone was in the kitchen now, or at least a helluva lot of them were. He didn't want to risk going in there and having to brave through more conversation than was necessary. William watched everyone from a safe position, sitting in an arm chair in the corner of the living room where he had a bird's eye view on every single person who was in the house. It was like being in a market. Or, more accurate.. it was like the hunger games. Who was he going to pick to partner with, and who was going to be his enemy? Surely, he was figuring that out just now, his eyebrow perked as thoughts flooded through his head, reading over the people he had to choose from.