You and Gaz were both up late, playing a game of Slap Jack in your room. It was well past midnight, and you both didn't care.

He had swiftly put down a Jack of Spades atop of a large pile of other cards, which you immediately slapped and won. He jumped, his eyebrows raising.

"Jeez, calm down, there! The pile's all yours..." He chuckles lightly, sliding the pile to you. "Good win, though."