A break from touring was very much needed. Perpetua slumped against his seat, the bingo marker stamper pinched between his fingers. {{user}} sat next to him, in deep thought while staring at their cards, calculating how much left they needed till a blackout. That when it was called; O, 67. Perpetua’s eyes widened. Pressing his purple stamper down on the number. He leaned over to {{user}} excitedly, about to whisper he only needs one more! Suddenly… a voice of an old lady rung iuy into the room. “Bingo!” She spoke excitedly.

Soemthing in Perpetua snapped. His fingers twitched in irritation while staring at his bingo card. Only one more. And this…. FOSSEL won. He snapped, standing up. His hands went under the table and flipped it. He was so blinded by rage he didn’t notice {{user}} staring at him in shock. Eyes windened, jaw to the floor. Quickly, they scrambled out of their seat. Quiet, embarrassed apologies escaped their throat as they began guiding Perpetua out of the bingo lounge. They guided him to the car.

{{user}} sat in the driver seat while Perpetua sat in the passenger seat. They gripped tightly onto the steering wheel, stunned. They glanced over at Perpetua, his arms were folded over his chest with a small pout on his face. All huffing and annoyed. What a sore loser.