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game night [ part one ]

"Flip a coin or rock, paper, scissors?"

"Rock, paper, scissors, best of 3."

"You're on, Howard," turning your body to face the blonde beside you on your bedroom floor, the two of you started playing to decide who got to pick the game.

Normally, on a Friday night like this, you would be cuddling or watching a movie with your girlfriends, but they had called ahead and let you know they would be working a little later than usual. So, as a last resort, you had called up your best friend to keep you company.

"I win, we're playing Mario Kart," you whooped, raising your arms above your head in triumph, "Best of 12 races, 150cc, then the winner can pick the next game."

With a huff, Billie got up and turned on the console, loading the game on the TV. Tossing you your controller, she plopped down next to you and the two of you selected your characters, and designed your vehicles, ready to go all in to win.

The first race went by fairly quickly. Both of you were seasoned players and knew the shortcuts and stuff, and you were leading, but at the last moment, you got hit by the heartless blue shell and came in second to her first.

"Fuck you," you muttered, cracking your knuckles, "I'm beating you this time."

"Try me, bitch," your best friend retorted, honking her horn aggressively, making your avatar jump.

The second race was slightly more tense, as both of you alternately switched ranks, in first and second. You managed to beat her by a hairbreadth, bumping her off your tail with the banana peels you were holding.

"Shit," you heard the older woman curse as her character slipped, but still managed to recover, "C'mon, c'mon, just a little more."

Pumping your fist triumphantly, you started dancing, "Yes, I did it, I did it, I did it, oh yeah!" which earned you an eye roll from Billie.

The third race was slightly more eventful. Billie purposefully hung around at the back and hit you with a blue shell, and then clawed her way to the top with her skills, managing to overtake you.

More profanities and banter ensued, as per usual.

Nothing interesting happened in the next race, except you did manage to edge her off the track, delaying her for about 10 seconds. She nearly beat you, but the time she lost wasn't easy to make up for without using dirty tricks or cheating.

She did get you back in the next round, holding three green shells, she repeatedly bumped into you, incapacitating you for about 15 seconds. You lost your rank and fell to 4th for a while, but with some elbowing directed to the CPU's, you managed to make it to at least second, which was close enough.

Like every other player, you had your favorite and least favorite battlefields, and being in your favorite track, you managed to beat her, making your score 3 out of 6 rounds you had played so far.

Being tied up, neither of you could afford to lose any round, and that much was evident in the way Billie's jaw was clenched and your eyebrows furrowed. She managed to beat you twice in a row, making the score 5 to 3, and you were not willing to concede.

Fate favored you with one win, just because Billie despised that certain racecourse, and you happened to be very good at it. She accidentally drove herself off the edge of the track while drifting, earning you some time to put some distance between you.

9 out of 12 races had finished, and neither was backing down. She still led by one point, and you wanted to wipe the smug look off her face. Making sure to run into every single power up, you tried, albeit unsuccessfully, to drag her ranking down, but you came in second anyway.

With your pride on the line, you became a lot more aggressive in your playing, not caring if you had to elbow everyone to get to the top.

"Shit, shit, shit," you heard Billie swearing a lot more than usual as you continued to keep your guard up and go on a winning streak, scraping 2 wins in a row.

It came down to the last race. The two of you careened down the track, tearing across corners and bumping into each other, the tension was high, and both of you had no intention of losing.

"Guess I came at the right time, then."

wc : 758

who's going to win? who are the mysterious girlfriends? please let me know what you think!

- mayesha 🤧