debate {quackity}

{five}

{in which: a bet changes
everything}

***

As Reagan got back to her small apartment, the time was already nearing 12 am. Her feet stuck to the floor from the sticky substance left from whatever Kaleb was drinking. She threw her phone on the couch after her faint conversation with Alex.

Walking straight to her bathroom, only a few steps away from where she was standing, removing her shoes to reduce the mess she would soon have to clean up. She already dreaded the smell of alcohol in her car, even though she hadn't even been drinking.

Her dress smelled like wretched beer, and a mix of other drinks. Almost causing the girl to gag as she entered her bathroom. Her eyes were caught on her reflection as she looked up at her mirror. Not only did the alcohol ruin her dress, but her face make up seemed to be smeared. Her mascara ran down her face, and her eyeliner was smudged.

***

As she travelled around her apartment in her pajamas, her hair held up in her towel she looked for something to do. "I can just eat cereal," she said aloud as she looked up to her fridge to see her cereal box laying on top of it. She walked over to it, grabbing the box to find that it was empty.

"I can never win here.." she threw the box to the side and went to her room. Walking over to the pc she kept in her room, she turned it on. Groaning as the screen shined brightly in her face. Opening it up and opening minecraft, a game she only played when she was bored, it help pass the time nonetheless.

Walking around the creative world she had to build whenever she got bored. A small tea shop, and large mansion that would take her longer than she would like to admit. It was a peaceful, a nice modern theme that she loved.

Her phone set off a loud sound from her living room, she quickly rushed over it to see a miss call from alex, and just a few text that laid underneath.

"So much for going to sleep," she scoffed aloud, her phone held in her clutches as she walked back to her room.

***

"That's bullshit, i'm not gonna call her because I lost. I already sent four fucking embarrassing text," the sounds of laughter boomed through his headset as he sat behind his PC. "You lost, call the girl," Karl giggled mischievously. "I already asked her if she's into gamer men, and if she plays minecraft, i've basically embarrassed myself," alex's head was in his palms as he looked down at his phone that laid on his desk.

"Any askers?" George basically wheezed out. "Poor, poor Alex, no askers were found," Karl laughed, carrying on George's joke. "Oh my god, I fucking hate you both," Alex sighed as he looked down at his phone that sat open on her contact.

"She's gonna think i'm obsessed with her, I fucking
hate you guys," he quickly pressed the call button, putting it on speaker for the two to hear. "You literally just had to beat karl in pvp, and you couldn't even do that," George stated promptly. Even without seeing him, Alex knew a large smirk was held onto his face.

"It's not my fault, i'm here for the jokes. Not to be good at the game," he looked down to make sure she hadn't answered, but the ringing stopped as it went to voicemail. "Oh thank god," he let out a sigh of relief looking back up at his PC.

"You just got rejected," George sung out, gaining a laugh from the two. "She's just my friend, if i could punch you in the face I would," alex stated, a fake gaze of fury covered his words.

"If you could reach him," Karl rebutted, a large laugh following his words. "That's it i'm done, goodnight," he left the discord call and walked over to his bed.