The stars dotted the inky-black sky, their glow rivaled only by the bright, silvery moonlight that bathed the quiet campsite.
A gentle breeze rustled the pine trees surrounding the clearing, carrying the smoky aroma of sizzling barbecue.
Inside the large, cozy tent pitched on the soft grass, laughter echoed as everyone sat in a group of circle , before the atmosphere became quiet with Olivia gazing intently at Angelo as if she was awaiting a death sentence.
The small, battered bottle that get to decide their fates sat in the center of the circle, gleaming under the faint light of a lantern.
Plates filled with grilled skewers, roasted corn, and dipping sauces lay scattered among them, along with bottles of beer and soda.
"Common, bring it on. Don't tell me you're afraid now and you're tryna back out". Ollie laughed as she chewed another piece of barbecue .
