“Damnit…”

Morgan slumped back against the couch, controller still in hand, her expression a mix of disbelief and dramatic defeat. You tried not to laugh, but the grin creeping across your face gave you away.

You’d been at her house all day, locked in an endless loop of snacks, trash talk, and button-mashing. The $50 bet had started as a joke, but somewhere around hour three, it got serious.

Unfortunately for Morgan, you’d leveled up, literally and figuratively. She didn’t stand a chance.

She tossed the controller onto the cushion beside her and gave you a side-eye.

“You been practicing, huh?”

You just shrugged, smug and satisfied, already imagining what you’d spend the $50 on.