"Oh, I'm sorry. Is the sound of my winning too loud for you?"
Keith rolled his eyes as he hit the restart button. "It's only one point. It doesn't make any difference."
"Oh yes it does." Lance crowed as they started the game again. "Because I'm the one on the number 1 spot and you're not. So the points are now 5-3."
"Winning by slamming a pillow on one's face does not count." Keith snapped, button slamming his controls. "That's cheating."
"Oh like you shoving me off the couch doesn't count as cheating?" Lance countered back, fingers lithe and fast. "Sorry buddy, but all's fair in love and war."
"There is no love in war." Keith growled as he launched a counterattack.
"Don't you - how dare you blue shell me!"
"Ah - hey! Stop shoving!"
Game forgotten, the boys grappled on clothes, messing up each other's controls, voices loud enough to bring the recluse Katie Holt from her room.
"Can you guys get any louder?" Katie - also nicknamed Pidge - stormed in the living room and glared the two who meekly sat properly on the couch. For her short stature, such was her temper. She looked at the TV that displayed the game. "If I win, you guys better be quiet."
Lance and Keith exchanged looks. "Fine."
...
Pidge adjusted her glasses, and said nonchalantly, "easy win. You guys better keep it down."
And with that, she walked away with 5 wins and two boys who looked forlornly at the screen even if it was 2 to 1.