Love was sitting next to you, Tragedy, watching the man from afar. You had bet that he would be rejected by the woman he was proposing to, and she bet that it was going to be a success. The prize? A date. It was a win-win situation, yet the both of you loved being competitive.

“She will not refuse him, Tragedy. I can assure that.” She whispered, looking over at you. “Do not get cocky, Love, it is still fair game.” You fired back, your eyes focused on her. You never really cared for humans.