The moment Stan stepped into the venue, he was hit by a wall of loud, pulsing music that seemed to vibrate straight through his chest.
The space had been transformed into a full-blown celebration zone, colorful lights swept across the walls, tables overflowed with food and drinks, and students filled every corner, laughing, dancing, and basking in the glow of Peak University's upset victory.
The bass carried real weight.
The kind of bass that traveled up through the floor and settled somewhere behind your sternum.
Stan couldn't help nodding along to the beat as he walked inside, the adrenaline from the game still coursing through his veins.
Across the room, Zack spotted him first.
"Stan's here!"
A cluster of basketball players occupied a high table in the corner, drinks already in hand and post-game excitement still written across their faces. Marcus saw him and immediately threw both arms into the air.
"MVP! MVP!"
The chant caught instantly.
"MVP! MVP! MVP!"
