When Fareeha saw the pile of boxes on the table, she knew they were in trouble. "What is all this?"
Lena appeared, seemingly from nowhere, depositing three more boxes on the table. "Game night, luv!"
Before Fareeha could respond, Lena had blinked away. Sighing, she picked up one of the boxes to inspect it. "Sorry? Why would any one want to play a game where they were sorry all the time?"
Some of the other games were puzzling too, and she hadn't heard of any of them. Cards Against Humanity? Dragonmaster? Twister? Clue? She knew some people who could use a clue. Movement caught her attention, and she looked up to see Angela enter the room. The doctor greeted her with a bright smile, and for the briefest moment Fareeha was certain that Angela's eyes had flicked down to her arms. She flexed as she set Clue back down. Maybe Angela would actually get a clue. "Lena thinks that we are going to play these games with her."
"Ja? She does, does she?" Angela picked up the Game of Life, turning over to look at the back. "My parents used to play some of these, a very long time ago. I played this one when I was a girl."
The mental image of a tiny little Angela playing some of these games was almost too adorable to stand. Fareeha cleared her throat. "This is Lena Oxton we're talking about. We're probably not going to get out of this."
"That's right!" Lena appeared in a blue blur, and pointed at the two of them. "I'm drafting ya into the first annual game night!" She planted her hands on her hips, looking proud of herself. "Consider it a test run."
"Just the three of us?" Angela set Life back down, tilting her head and looking at her friend. "Game night would be a little more fun with more, ja?"
"Torjy'll drop by later with snacks and drinks." Giving a dismissive wave of her hand, Lena moved towards the table. In short order she had the boxes stacked on a desk, and tossed one game onto the table. "Have a seat, ladies."
The first game was Life, and when Angela lucked out with 'Doctor' for her career Lena knew it was all over. Angela smoked them both so badly that Lena made them both swear to never talk about The Game of Life again.
Angela couldn't help a little boasting though, her eyes sliding over to Fareeha. "A wife, two kids, and a cushy retirement. What more could one ask for?"
"Not to retire to a trailer park," Lena muttered. She made note of the fact that Fareeha was studiously avoiding looking back at Angela. It gave her an idea. Vengeance would be hers, and maybe she'd finally win that bet with Winston. She stood up and slapped her hands on the table. "Move the table! We're gonna play Twister!"
Twister, as it turned out, was the most evil game that Fareeha had never heard of. But Angela seemed to be a good sport about it, and Fareeha decided she wasn't going to back down. Even if these games were stupid, it gave her a chance to spend time with Angela when they weren't being shot at. Time that was becoming less and less frequent.
Angela readily agreed, but started to have regrets when she found herself on her back, her legs half twisted, one arm all but wrapped around Fareeha's back and with no really safe place to look. Too far in one direction and she was greeted with a view down Fareeha's tank top. She lifted her eyes, and made the mistake of locking with Fareeha's intense gaze. She couldn't tear her eyes away.
She barely heard Lena call out the next dot, her breath catching in her throat as Fareeha shifted to plant her hand down on the right color and their bodies became flush together. And Angela had the sudden realization she really, really liked the idea of being pinned if it was someone like Fareeha doing the pinning. Oh. She was going to kill Lena. Or thank her.
She wasn't sure just yet which.
"I may have to throttle Lena," Fareeha whispered. Her voice was tight, and she was dizzy from Angela's proximity. But she couldn't look away, her eyes on Angela's and their lips so close.
Somehow, over the sound of the pounding in her chest, Angela heard the door slam open. Her eyes widened as she recognized a booming voice.
"AH! TVISTER! I USED TO PLAY THAT VHEN I VAS A BOY!"
"That's more effective than a bucket of ice," Fareeha muttered. Angela started giggling. Fareeha joined her, until she was laughing so hard she lost her balance, crashing down onto Angela.
"Use your indoor voice!" Lena admonished. She didn't stop and consider that her indoor voice wasn't much of an indoor voice either.
Reinhardt stomped over to the pile of games, and pulled one out. "DRAGONMASTER!"
"INDOOR VOICE!"
Lowering his voice three notches, he continued, "Now this brings back memories." He clenched his fist, and turned to face the women as they disentangled themselves. "Join me!" He hugged the box to his chest, for the moment almost looking like a ten year old again. He coughed, and put it on the table. "I must varn you that I von't go easy on you, even though ve are friends."
Angela glanced at Fareeha, then shrugged her shoulder. "I'm up for it if you are."
She looked back at Angela, clearly wrestling with something. Maybe she'd just been seeing things. It was better to not rock the boat. "All right, I guess one game couldn't hurt."