A collective oooh rippled through. The laundry room was in the basement. The ramp, meant for carts and dollies, was a steep, concrete chute with a ninety-degree turn at the bottom. It was famously forbidden. Also famously untested.
The “wild times” rule was simple: no destruction, no blood, no complaints. Everything else was fair game. dare dorm wild times
Leo touched his lip. A little blood. “Worth it.” A collective oooh rippled through
“Exactly,” Marcus said, grinning. “Wild times.” meant for carts and dollies
He tucked and rolled, just like in the one martial arts class he’d taken freshman year. The cart clattered away. Leo’s shoulder hit the wall. His helmet cracked. The pillow exploded feathers.