It had been a long, long match. Two hours of straight tennis. But, in the end, Grant won. Which officially made him better than {{user}}, his long time rival. He had been grinning from the moment his victory was declared, to now, when he was showering with the other man.

Grant whistled as he rubbed a bar of soap into one of his armpits, just to infuriate the man he was sharing a shower room with. He could tell the other was exhausted and rather pissed he lost, but he could care less. To him, this is how every match between them should go.

"So...you're back to being a loser again, huh?" He asked {{user}}, tone mocking. "Officially, that is."