The Challenge; Total Madness

*16*

Like a giant wave, the remaining cast all run into the bunker, cheering like mad.

Finley twirls through the halls, laughing in euphoria.

~Finley's Confessional~

She shrieks in excitement loudly. "This is amazing! I've been to every Final for every season I've played in. Not to toot my own horn, but, beep beep! I'm just so happy!"

~End Of Confessional~

"Congratulations, everyone!" Kyle shouts once they all get to their rooms. "We did it!"

He and Johnny high-five excitedly, with the latter then going around doing the same to everyone, but kissing Finley when he gets to her.

~Johnny's Confessional~

"While I'm absolutely elated that I've cleared this hurtle, I know what's around the Ben. And I know what Final's do you your mind, your body, to your spirit. I need this seventh win to solidify myself as the greatest challenger of all time. I also think it'd really impress Finley."

~End Of Confessional~

She grins at him, bumping her hip with his, laughing when he stumbles slightly.

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"Are we actually going out right now?" Finley whispers to Johnny, tugging up her sleeveless, black, velvet dress. "Dude, what if the Final's, like, tomorrow? Do you really wanna be hungover?"

~Finley's Confessional~

"Look, I think it's great that we're all in the Final, but I don't really think it's a good idea to have us all get drunk, when TJ was as vague as can be when telling us that we're going to the Final. Who knows, maybe as soon as we get back to the bunker, the sirens go off."

~End Of Confessional~

"Aw, don't worry. I'm sure that won't happen." Bananas told her, kissing her head. "Come on, loosen up."

She hesitates for a moment, before nodding and getting up from her spot at the bar. "Okay."

He gives her a Cheshire grin, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the dance floor with everyone else, spinning her around.

Finley nearly vomits at the sight of all of the guys, including her beloved-but sometimes stupid-boyfriend pouring beers into their shoes. "Guys, no."

"Guys, yes!" Bananas declares loudly, tilting his sneaker back, the alcohol flowing into his open mouth, the other men mimicking his actions.

Bayleigh and Finley share a look.

"Are we the only responsible ones here?" Finley asks.

The other girl shrugs. "Guess so. We're the mom friends."

The two friends laugh, before turning their attention to Bananas, who was now standing on a chair, another beer in his hand as he began to make a cheesy toast.