CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY THREE – FOOD FIGHT

She'd hit her limit - there was no way she could ever hope to top whatever gasoline-soaked fever dream Jasmine had ignited this time. The only sane recourse now was to accept defeat and move on. Or...maybe not. She couldn't resist smirking to herself a little as she marched back to her car, the first inklings of one final, all-or-nothing prank already starting to take shape in her mind's eye. After the past few weeks of insanity, it was going to take something truly transcendent to shut Jasmine's madness down once and for all. Thankfully, she knew just the allies to recruit for such an endeavor... The following Sunday afternoon, Jasmine had finally called a ceasefire on her pop-up beach blowout and was starting to hose down the suite, blasting the last few lingering revelers out the entrance as she prepared to break things down and - begrudgingly - start returning the office to some semblance of normalcy. She'd just finished draining the pool, stray strands of her disheveled hair