“yeah? well maybe our squad wouldn’t be such shit if you carried your weight.” megan spat into the shitty mic embedded into her gaming headset, aggressively mashing keys whilst arguing with her teammate.

“can you play the fucking game, please? pay attention, asshole!!” megan growled, rebooting her friend david for the second time since the match started.

“i am, megan! jesus, it’s like you have a stick up your ass!” david retorted on the other line.

“no—i just—“ megan cut off her sentence, jolting at the sensation of a hand on her shoulder. {{user}}’s hand.

“babe, i’m in the middle of a game right now, i can’t—“ she mumbled, not taking her eyes off her monitor for a second.

“i know that.” {{user}} interrupted, rubbing megan’s shoulders gently.

megan’s eyes fluttered, tempted to close. “what are you doing?..” she managed, beginning to lose focus as {{user}} circled the chair and dropped to her knees under the desk.

“no—{{user}} i can’t do this right now.” megan whined, making a weak attempt to stop her girlfriend from going any further.

”megan. what the fuck are you doing? we just lost.” david’s voice penetrated megan’s ears, reminding her that she had forgotten about the game entirely.

shit.

megan’s voice came out wobbly; “fuck. can you just—ughn—ready up, guys. g-go back to lobby.”