the lakes - charles leclerc

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a rainy morning greeted the members who participated in the lakes, exactly halfway through the show. the producers had a brief meeting to finalise the third challenge to set to the lakers. when it was announced to them that there was a challenge, they made their way over to the felled area, to find a small shack, with cork placed on the back wall. scattered all over the wall were pinned balloons, varying in colour and size. beside the cabin, there was a table, with different boxes with numbers on them, ranging from 1-10. there was a small post, with a laminated sheet with text on. george grabbed the sheet, and begun reading the note.

"today, you have to play everyone's favourite carnival game: balloon darts! you have 3 shots, and if you hit 3 balloons, you get to choose a number from the board and win a prize. you must have accuracy and luck on your side today, so get shooting. only if you pop the balloon it counts as a hit. if you hit all 3, you select a box, open it, and read the note from the envelope to find out what you have won. have fun!"

"i prefer hook-a-duck, but okay," adriana grumbled, picking up her 3 darts and aligning her body, as if she was a professional.

"why on earth are you standing like it's your job?" olive questioned, laughing at how serious she was taking this.

"darts at the canadian national soccer team are no joke, miss mckenzie." she commented, hitting one of the balloons. in quick succession, she hit 2 more balloons, getting a 100% hit record, and earning herself a prize.

"oh, come on, how are you so good?" pierre asked. "it's just unfair,"

"well, mr gasly, i just won myself a prize. i'll claim number 9," she said, opening number 9 and ripping open the envelope. "karaoke night,"

"what?"

"karaoke night. i've just won us all a karaoke night,"

"oh shit," lando commented, his head soon in his hands. "do we all have to sing?"

"abso-fucking-lutely, mate! we are having the night of our lives!" georgia wooped, glad she could have fun that night, instead of going through the usual routine of having dinner, talking, then sleeping.

george, hailey and pierre took their turn to throw darts, with the trio missing their very first shot, immediately ruling them out of the chances to win a prize. maeve was next up, admiting herself that she could never play darts, as at her spell at manchester united she played darts with the rest of the squad and came rock bottom. she stood facing the board, and closed her eyes. throwing the darts simultaneously, she miraculously hit 3 balloons, allowing her to choose a prize.

"well my number is 23, and 2+3 is 5, so i'll take that box." she opened the box with clear delicacy and care, she then lightly tore the envelope as if it had significant value to the woman.

"mini piano. that's useless, i can only play riptide on the ukulele. well olive can play the piano. i'm sure she can put good use to it,"

"what, and play twinkle twinkle little star? yeah, right. i'm sure someone else can play, surely,"

"the chair can play. apart from f1 it's all he talks about. who even is mozart anyway?" lando commented nudging the man from monaco with his shoulder.

"well, i guess i'm good at it. blame arthur for it, though. he showed me it first."

everyone else had their go, either getting one or two, when it was down to olive and alex to have their goes.

"i call this move, 'the maeve'," olive copied what the american had done previously, working out in her favour too, with hitting 3 balloons. "let's go! i want number 2,"