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Chris was bored.
Not the harmless, lazy kind of bored, but the kind that creeps in at 3 a.m, when sleep refuses to come and routine starts feeling like a cage. His days were something like this: zero sleep (courtesy of his long-time enemy, insomnia), endless hours in the studio he practically lived in, the gym, and back again. No romance, no chaos, none of that spark. Neither women nor men, just music and muscle memory.
So he decided he'd had enough.
If life wouldn't spice itself up, he'd do it himself. Maybe drag his best friend into it while he was at it. And somehow, one impulsive 3 a.m idea led to another, and Chris found himself creating an Instagram group chat. Just him, his three closest friends, and four other mutuals. Harmless, right?
Boy was he wrong.