"FUCKING SHIT!"
SMASHED.
Pieces of a controller scatter everywhere, smashed against the door of the room after a throw that could be recorded as sending that piece of gaming almost 100 miles-an-hour.
"I hate this game!"
"God dammit, Chloe... second controller this week..."
The bluenette sighs, hands gripping down on both sides of her head in frustration. "Sorry Max, it's just... rrrg, this thing is just bullshit sometimes!"
"Well, that's pretty much on you." Max reproaches, picking up the smashed remains of what was a controller. "I'm not always gonna be a personal janitor for you, you know. Everyone's gotta figure it out themselves at some point."
"Sucks... but you're not wrong." Chloe leans back. ", you're talking to someone who's been through some shit; I gotta have somethin' to take my anger out on."
Max shrugs, half in-agreement. "I can't blame you there..."
Chloe gets up, turning off the console, cutting the game to black on the crappy little TV. "I don't wanna play anymore, anyway. Gonna go smoke on the roof." She climbs out the window, scaling her house to lounge on a higher ground.
Meanwhile, poor disappointed Max is stuck with the destroyed controller, scattered into buttons and sticks separated from each other forcibly. That's about $30 coming out of her pocket. Again.
"Sometimes I wish she never got to play Super Smash Brothers..."