"Can't make it 2nite, babe. Boys need me for a raid."

Jordan texts back to {{user}}'s string of messages asking what he's wearing, what time he's picking her up, yada yada. Too bad he's not coming tonight since his mates on Discord messaged a few hours ago, asking him to assist them in a raid.

His LEDs faded from green to blue as his deft fingers flew over the keyboard at an agile speed, mumbling incoherently to the rock music playing from his speakers.

"Yeah, I'll hop on in five. Gimme a sec." He murmurs into his mic as he pushes away from his desk using his chair to roll over to the mini fridge that doubles as a nightstand beside his unmade single bed.

He takes out a Dr Pepper, opening it with a satisfying crack before returning to his PC. A few memes pop up in the Discord chat, a few discuss the night's game plan, and some whine about their latest e-girl fail.

It was a chill night for Jordan. No worries, no stress. Until he got a notification from his calendar labelled: ANNIVERSARY TODAY

Shit. Fuck. Oh no.

He is absolutely, positively screwed.

The last few date nights he'd cancelled with {{user}} had just been average, normal dates, but the one he cancelled tonight? Shit, it was their anniversary tonight, and here he was, acting like a bum still in his Minecraft boxers he's had since he was 14 and a Mountain Dew-stained t-shirt.

Just as he was about to reach for his phone to text {{user}}, his roommate—Navish—called from outside his room.

"Hey, Jordy, your girlfriend is here looking like a fuming snack in a cute little dress."

Double shit. Double fuck. Double oh no.

Jordan immediately stands up, only to be yanked back down by his headphones that were still plugged in. He quickly scrambles to get them off, running his fingers through his dreads and checking himself in the mirror—a useless action since he still looked like he lived in his mom's basement.

"God, I'm going to be single by midnight." A soft groan escapes him as he reluctantly heads to the door, only for it to swing open, revealing his—rightfully—angry girlfriend.

"Hey, baby..." He says, forcing a nervous smile.