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[color=0054a6][h1] [center]Helmut Peter Spielzeugmann [/center][/h1][/color]

Helmut was lying on the couch, not noticing anything being said to him. He lay on the sofa with his hands over his face. He wants to cover his eyes from the blinding lights of the room.  He didn’t feel well from drinking all of those beers. “[color=0054a6][i]Fuck why did I even agree to this stupid game.[/i][/color]” Muttering under his breath.  Feeling nauseous and that he was going to vomit at any moment. 

Helmut seemed to perk up when Harper mentioned a hot tub. In his drunken stupor, he thought being in a hot tub would be a good idea. “[color=0054a6][i]Wait for me, Frau Harper.[/i][/color]” He stood up slowly while stumbling behind Harper. Oddly enough, his eyes were staring at her figure, something he usually wouldn’t do while sober. When he and Harper got near the hot tub, he noticed he hadn’t brought swim shorts. He wasn't sure if he should get in without wearing some swim shorts.