15 sweaty boys

We entered the staircase, and a smell of red onion reached our noses. We ascended the stairs, and when hit the top floor, something else hit us back. It was the smell of an old well used gym - testosterone mixed with sweat. We ventured and opened the door, and 15 happy faces met us. Sweaty, but happy. And being the choir that they are, they started serenading.

A bit into the hymn they all went down on one knee - singing beautifully to us. We felt special. They felt...drunk.