Slam!

Vi's fist hit the table, followed by a loud groan.

"Not again!" She growled, looking down to the cars on the table. Yes, she didn't win. Again.

Although it started as a fun friendly game (because, let's be honest, no one would dare mess with Vi), she knew the rules, played the game, except... She had no poker face. So it was easy to say whether it was an easy win or not.

You were by her side as a mere companion of hers, wearing pretty clothes, looking almost like a trophy. But even like so, you weren't out of the warzone.