It Began With A Game (Jamilton)
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Prompt: I beat you at Mario Kart and now you’re banishing me to the couch for the night?
Warnings: A few swear words (two)
Length: 832 words
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It had all started out simple in Thomas’ mind: introduce a nice, friendly game of Mario Kart to Alexander, have a few drinks and maybe order a pizza. He and Alexander could relax, spend the night in and not have to worry about fancy reservations or dressing up. Simple, nice and relaxing.
That was before Thomas discovered Alexander’s competitive streak.
From the moment Thomas mentioned perhaps staying at home and playing Mario Kart, Alexander had leapt through the mess that covered their living room floor and landed comfortably on the sofa, picking up the controller nearest to him and giddily yelling, “Come on, come on” as he waited for the game to load up.
At a much slower pace, Thomas moved over to the sofa, pushing Alexander’s feet off and onto the floor so he could sit. The game loaded slowly, despite Alexander’s increasing chants for it to hurry up. As it turned to the character selection, Alexander spent a long methodically choosing his character and vehicle. Thomas selected one at random, much to Alexander’s protests that he was making it unfair.
“How can I race if you if you’re sure to lose?!” questioned Alexander, slightly aghast. “That makes it no fun for anyone!”
“I assure you that I’m good at this game no matter who I pick,” answered Thomas, making Alexander glare. Everything Thomas said seemed to be fuelling his competitive streak.
As Thomas flicked through the worlds, Alexander got the drinks. “You know, I thought you meant something fancy when you said date night. Not that I’m complaining, of course.” Dressed in comfortable sweatpants and a ratty t-shirt. Thomas wore almost the same thing and took slow sips from the cool beer Alexander handed him.
As the game started, Alexander began twiddling with his controller, his eyes squinted at the television screen. “I’m gonna win this fucking game,” he said. Thomas had to admit it: he thought it was kind of hot.
The game started and Thomas shot off, barely focusing on Alexander as he shot off down the racecourse. He was surprised when he looked back to see Alexander hadn’t moved from the starting line, pressing keys at random and swearing under his breath. Thomas let out a laugh.
That had been his mistake.