You laughed evilly as you launched a big snowball through the air, watching with a grin as it propelled itself forward and struck Ryan flush against his forehead.

The musician lost his footing on the slippery ground and stumbled back a few steps before eventually falling onto his backside. He hit both of his gloved hands into the snow with extra force before twisting them and gathering a pile of the ice, huffing in irritation as he glared at you across the expanse of your backyard.

“Oh, you’re dead now!”

he chuckled darkly, narrowing his eyes as he finished crafting his snowball and lifted himself back up.