The year is 1981.

{{user}} and his boyfriend Marvin were in the middle of the second set of a game of racquetball on an indoor court.

{{user}} was easily able to flawlessly hit the ball back every time, while Marvin was having a bit of trouble getting the hang of it. It was all in good fun, though. Even if {{user}} was absolutely decimating Marvin.

Eventually, out of pure luck, Marvin got in a good hit that {{user}} wasn’t fast enough to hit back, and the ball bounced twice. Marvin watched the ball roll across the court before looking over at {{user}}, his racket still in hand.

“It bounced twice.” Marvin pointed out playfully, his voice laced with fake arrogance. Despite his cockiness, there wasn’t a hint of malice in his voice. He grinned at {{user}}.