Buenos Aires had given us steak, Malbec, and tango. It hadn't prepared us for the flood.
What started as a friendly debate over who was really the alpha of the group (the answer is in her pseudonym) turned into a full-scale water war that left our Airbnb dripping.
When the dust settled, or rather the puddles, The Alpha stood victorious over The Beta and me. We were bruised, drenched, and briefly unsure we'd still be friends by morning.