Vince Senses Gravity
I watched as Vince’s confident facade began to falter, the laughter in his eyes dimming as the tone around the table shifted. What had once felt like harmless fun was clearly taking a turn, and he was starting to realize it. This wasn’t just a casual family dinner anymore. The atmosphere had changed, and so had the way people looked at him. The weight of the moment settled on his shoulders, and for the first time, the cracks in his carefree mask began to show. He shifted in his seat, clearly feeling the heat of every gaze now locked on him.
Vince Senses Gravity
Vince’s Lame Rebuttal
Vince let out an awkward laugh, attempting to deflect the growing tension. “You’re all crazy, thinking something’s up!” he joked, but his voice wavered, the words tripping over themselves. The laughter he hoped for never came—just silence, thick and expectant. The room had stilled, the shift in energy undeniable. His weak denial only added to the suspicion, and everyone could feel it—he was unraveling. I remained composed, letting him twist under the weight of their stares. Vince tried to claw back control, but the atmosphere was charged, and everyone could sense it: something big was about to drop.
Vince’s Lame Rebuttal
