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They ended the night at a silent disco on the beach. It was 3 AM. The world was soft and fuzzy. Tom put on the headphones. He had three channels: 80s rock, 90s hip-hop, or Eurotrance. He couldn't hear his mates, only the music in his own ears. He looked around. Alex was passionately singing Bon Jovi to a seagull. Finn was breakdancing badly. Gaz had found his trunks again but was wearing them on his head. Paul was just sitting in the sand, smiling, holding a half-eaten kebab.

Their hotel, a whitewashed tower overlooking the infamous Punta Ballena strip, was already thrumming with a bassline that seemed to come from the earth itself. They dumped their bags, and Alex produced a laminated itinerary from his shorts. "Operation Last Blast," he announced. "Phase one: Liquid lunch. Phase two: The Big Dip. Phase three: You wear a dress." magaluf stag activities

They stumbled off the boat and into a waiting minibus. Destination: Western Water Park. The hangovers hadn’t arrived yet, but they were lurking. The key activity here was the "Kamikaze" slide—a near-vertical drop that made Tom’s stomach relocate to his throat. Finn went first, screaming like a banshee. Tom went second, his inflatable T-Rex arms flapping uselessly behind him. They ended the night at a silent disco on the beach

Tom groaned, but he was smiling.