tequila ; s. paulson one - shots

game night [ part two ]

"Guess I came at the right time, then," a voice came from the doorway. You didn't even have to look up to know who it was "Hey, Delia, how was your day?"

"Who's winning?" she asked, ignoring your question.

"I'm leading by a single point, this is the last race, best of 12, do you wanna play later?"

"Maybe later, honey, after I shower. Now beat Howard's ass for me."

"Nice to see you too, Delia," came the snarky comment from the blonde beside you.

The two of you went back to gnashing your teeth, fingers tensing up on the controllers. You had been keeping a steady lead in the first lap so far, but Billie didn't want that to happen. Running through a power up, she threw a red shell at you and managed to pass you by. She managed to evade you and your three banana peels, which was annoying, but with a lot of elbowing, you did get her to fall off again, getting to take the lead.

It being the last lap, it was now or never. You kept an iron grip on your position, using as many speed ups as you could to put a distance between you and Billie. And then it happened.

That cursed blue shell flew past everyone and crashed onto you. Your hard work disappeared, and your best friend took first place, triumphantly victory dancing.

"Wait," she stopped her celebration abruptly, "That means we're tied, right?"

"So who gets to decide the next game?" you asked, looking up at the dancing blonde.

"Honey, look, the kids are playing Mario Kart," Delia's voice came from the doorway, talking to who could only be, "Mina!"

You raced to the doorway and wrapped the freshly showered redhead, careful of her back, in a hug, "Why didn't you tell me you guys were on your way home?"

"Well, after we talked, Mina decided to pick me up and come home. I was not expecting to see Billie Dean Howard, medium to the stars, here, on your bedroom floor, playing video games with you," Cordelia replied, placing a soft kiss on both of your heads, "I'm going to go shower now."

Still very cautious of her back, you pulled Wilhemina to sit on your bed and you grabbed a bunch of other games from your closet and spread it out on the floor, "Since Billie and I tied at Mario Kart, Mina, you pick the game we'll play while waiting for Delia."

"Let's play chess," she chuckled, smoothing her violet nightgown, "You still haven't beaten me."

Setting up the board and pieces, you rolled your eyes, "Yeah, because you're too good at it. Why not against Billie?"

"I'm staying out of this, you two lovebirds have fun," Billie chuckled, "I know Venable's just going to kick my ass."

"Good you know that, Howard," Mina replied, allowing you to make your first move, "Interesting choice."

The game wasn't as adrenaline-filled as your session with Billie, but you tried to win nonetheless. You were logical and strategic, but still light-hearted, some of the reasons Wilhemina had found herself drawn to you.

The two of you had always played chess as your bonding, because you grew up with older sibling figures who liked brainiac games, and she just enjoyed planning. You were almost evenly matched, but Mina's extra years of practice showed when the game got tight. Which was exactly what was happening now. You were both down many pieces, including both of your queens.

"Crap, I was so close," you muttered as the redhead took the life of the pawn you were trying to put at her end of the board, "Check."

Examining your choices, your king was cornered by her rook, and her bishop, so you moved it one space to the left, "I'm going to lose. yet again."

"Practice, sweetheart," she chuckled, "Check again."

You moved your knight in front of the king, but she moved her rook down to the row it was in, "Check."

"I think I'm fighting a losing battle," you sighed as you moved the king diagonally to escape her rook.

"I think that's checkmate, love," as Mina pointed the possibilities out, you saw her bishop could assault you even if you evaded her rook, "Better luck next time, Y/N."

"Just in time, too," Billie pointed out, gesturing to Cordelia, who was just entering the room.

Looking up at your other girlfriend, you started clearing up your chess set, "So, Delia, what game are we playing?"

"Why am I picking?" she asked, sitting next to Wilhemina on the bed, "Did she beat you again?"

"Yeah, she did," Billie interjected, "And we all got to pick a game already. Except for me. Because Y/N beat me at rock, paper, scissors."

"Well, you do know what game I like, honey," Delia said sweetly, but all it got out of you was a frustrated groan. "Not that game! I suck at it!"

Your best friend was glancing from person to person confusedly, "I don't get it. What game are we playing?"

"Well, Billie," Mina began, "On one of our first date nights, y/n here picked that game, and in fairness, she is pretty good at it. But when Delia finally caught on to the flow of the game, she started beating all of us, hence why Y/N hates it so much. So much, she can hardly speak the name without gagging."

"Ooooh," Billie whistled appreciatively, "Can I see the label?"

You showed it to her reluctantly and started setting up, "I really started to hate this once I began my losing streak."

"Can you say the name?" your best friend asked, nudging you playfully. "Well, it's...ugh, I can't even say it without being grossed out.

"It's-"

wc : 968

what game are they going to play? please comment your feedback!

- mayesha 🤧