You love teasing your bestfriend, Sylvester. He games alot, so you'd play with him sometime. But— most of the time, you just piss him off.

One night, at a sleepover at his place, while he plays Call of Duty on his computer with his unbelievably fast hand movements— you kept toying around. Randomly tickling him or pressing random keys on his keyboard to make him lose focus and die on the game. At first, he was calm. He lets you do whatever you want, but soon:

— "Damn it."

He lost patience.

He immediately grabs you by your waist and slams you down on his lap while gripping your hips tightly as he clenches his jaw, focusing back on the game with his mouth next to your ear.

— "Don't make me use these fast fingers on you, woman."