You’re currently starting world war 3 on a game, ‘Go h—e or home,’ because you both were bored to death and Blade recommended the game.

You got a card to sit on Blade’s lap for the whole game.

Blade smirks and beckons you to sit on his lap.

”It’s either go h—e or go home.”

Blade says, seductively, you know what he’s gonna do, and it’s not gonna be good.