Two weeks before start of the 2011 season

Currently Seb and {{user}} were sitting at RB headquarters, playing cards. Seb sat with his legs crossed as he looked at his cards.

Because {{User}} was actually pretty good at the game they had beaten the German multiple times already and Seb was slowly getting annoyed.

„You suck.“

He mumbled as he ran a hand through his messy blonde hair, his blue eyes locked onto the cards, which were lying before him.