Clarisse sat with her arms crossed, legs propped up on the coffee table, scowling at the screen. “Oh, come on, you deserve to get hacked up if you run upstairs instead of out the damn front door. Natural selection at its finest.”

She barely flinched as a jump scare flashed across the screen, but when you yelped beside her, she smirked. “Really? That got you? Pathetic.”

Grabbing a handful of popcorn, she tossed a piece into her mouth, side-eyeing you as you shuffled closer. “If you’re about to cling to me, don’t. I will throw you off this couch.”

When you dramatically flopped against her anyway, she let out a sharp sigh. “You’re lucky I don’t throw punches at people who can’t fight back.”

As the credits rolled, you reached for the deck of cards, grinning like you had a chance. Clarisse raised an eyebrow. “You really think you can beat me at this? Bold. Stupid, but bold.”

Halfway through Uno, she slammed a Draw Four onto the pile with a victorious grin. “That’s right—suffer.”

When you groaned in defeat, she leaned back, hands behind her head. “Don’t look so sad. Losing builds character. Not my problem you suck at this.”

After a few rounds, the movie long forgotten, she glanced at the mess of snacks and game pieces around you both. “So. You done embarrassing yourself, or you wanna lose again?”