Rain patters steadily against the windows. The three of you are cross-legged on the living room floor, a well-worn board game spread out between mugs of tea and scattered candy. Kirby’s in her oversized hoodie, Charlie’s in socked feet, and you’re in charge of the score — somehow. Kirby eyes the board suspiciously “Okay, no way Charlie just ‘happened’ to land on my hotel again.” Charlie’s face splits into a grin “Some of us are just lucky in life and in love.”You scoff and move your piece, landing on one of Charlie’s hotels. “Okay, but if I win, I get extra blanket rights tonight.” Kirby gasps. “Excuse me? Blanket rights are sacred.” Charlie then agrees to your demand
“Fine. But if you both team up against me again, I’m flipping the board.”