damage || (𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦 × 𝘰𝘤!𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭)

ix

20th November 2018

"Your burnt s'mores, take it, or leave it."

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"This is such a scam, you know that right?"

"It's not, you're just bad at it."

"I'm good at playing video games, the scam here is Uno."

"Now you're just saying cause you're losing, how cute."

Here's what's going down; stuck in traffic. Bored, Dave chuckled and slithered me a deck of Uno. Sinisterly smiling, he stared at me and I obliged to his proposition. Now, as the car had only moved a mere inch, I concentrate as if a hawk eyeing an innocent rabbit. My eyes, look at my hand, the card in question, him, full of ambitions and superiority complex. And, as the sunlight hits his tilted head, only highlighting his mouth, he examined the cards once more.

I can see exactly 9 cards in his hands and I currently have the higher ground as I have only 5 cards in mine. Though, I must confess that I may lose this round as his skill at learning strategies quickly has become alarming to say at least. However, I know the fact that he is, undoubtedly, very anxious. You could see it from the way he clenched his jaws each time he tries to pick a card or by the way he played with just a strand of his hair.

He draws a card and I pull out my +4 card. He looks at me, stared to be exact, and smirks a bit. He hit me with another +4 card. It felt as if he had backstabbed me without an ounce of hesitation. What has this game done to him? He became a monster. What have I done?

"Red." I scoffed and draw 8 cards from the askew pile. I pull out a seven quad, hitting him with red, then blue, yellow, and finally another blue. Immediately, he covered my quad with one of his 5 of blue. I tailed quickly with a double 2 card, a blue and yellow. Sharply exhaled, he draws a card from the pile and chuckled, almost murmuring. I put a yellow card with the number 4 and Dave soon follows me with another red one. Then, I halt his progress with a +2 card.

He drew a skip card and a red one with the number 9 on it. Admitting slight defeat, I draw a card. He put out another red card, but with the number 0 on it. To that, I put my blue card. He returned my slight defeat with his own as he draws another card. I gave the pile my blue card with the number 8.

He returns with a red card that leads me to draw a new one. He put out a red card with the number 1 and shouted, "Uno." Here, in my hand, I have 3 cards; 6 blue, 9 yellow, and 7 red. This is it, I might lose. This is the end of my era. Hesitantly I pull out my red card. Heart's beating, palms sweating, and leg's fidgeting. I sighed in relief seeing Dave admit in defeat, hovering his hand over the pile. I celebrated my clutch once more until suddenly, he chuckled and scattered the pile with his green card with the number 7.

"Uno game." Then, the sound of his blaring cackle filled the silence of the car, paired with the engine's revving and angry car honking.

"No! My streak!" I lost, "I can't believe it, you defeated me. Master Shifu would be very disappointed in me... How do I even break the news to Master Bob Ross?" Absolutely devastated, I leaned my backrest to an almost 180-degree angle. I buried my face in pure embarrassment and desperation. "Dave, this is the end of me. Now, I have to go back to the deepest part of the Himalayas to train once more the art of Uno."

"Stop being overdramatic, Eden. We all know the spotlight is rightfully mine now."

"It's never overdramatic when it comes to Uno and you know that," eventually, the traffic went seemingly normal for a few minutes. I stretched my hands to grab the snacks from the back seat, a package of M&M's. I fiddled with a few M&M's until Dave decided to do a sharp turn to an exit, leading my M&M's to fall to the carpet. 

"Hey! Wait, this isn't our exit," I shoved him in the elbow, though he seemed unbothered.