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Then there were the club photos. They had spent three months' worth of internship money on a single bottle of vodka just to stand behind a velvet rope.

When he double-clicked it, a cascade of blurry JPEGs from 2012 spilled across the screen. There they were—six guys in ill-fitting blazers and spiked hair, standing in front of the Bellagio fountains. They looked young, exhausted, and incredibly optimistic. 🎲 The Arrival Azn Vegas Trip.zip

The sun was almost up. They were slumped over bowls of steaming broth, their "Vegas outfits" wrinkled and smelling like cigarette smoke and cheap cologne. They looked defeated by the desert, yet Kevin remembered that specific meal as the best part of the trip. It was the only time they had actually stopped trying to "win" and just talked. Then there were the club photos