The year is 1978.

Marvin and {{user}} had been playing chess in {{user}}’s apartment for about 15 minutes—Marvin playing as black and {{user}} playing as white—and Marvin had won every single game. Mostly because {{user}} was secretly letting him win due to the fact that Marvin would get all pissy if he lost. I mean, it’s just a game; why would {{user}} give a shit?

“Checkmate.” Marvin said with a smug smirk on his face as he won yet another game, plucking the white king off of the board. He looked up at {{user}}, who was sitting on the opposite side of the coffee table.

God, that stupid little smirk of his was so annoying.