As the sounds of rapid clicking and keyboards buttons echoed throughout the room, the gunfire could be heard from a headset. A voice announced Last Friendly Remaining. A second more human voice called out in the in-game voice chat.
"You got this Sheila"
"Alright boys, down to me," Sheila said before she spotted an attacker creeping around a corner into the objective area, "Boom!"
A precise one tap to the head gave team Vinyl the win. After the team received their post-match rewards, Sheila spoke to her team.
"We made it into the tournament! Though we won, I expect everyone to bring their A-game, I can't carry forever." Sheila said with pride and seriousness, "Now we had three weeks until the tournament starts, Kev and Cam, I want you two to grind and work on your flicks."
"Bro, I'm like the best player in our team, " Cam boasted, but before he could answer, Kev cut him off.
"Sure, 1-7 K-D, " Kev coughed into his mic, " Don't sweat Shei, I got it covered, we'll be ready in time."
"All right, Tai, keep working on your flanking, if you can try to get an integration when it's safe or one of us is there with you." Sheila said emphatically, "And, Mei, try to work on trap placements."
"Man, you know Tai's kill hungry, that's how she got domed last round, " Mei said with a hearty chuckle, "but sure, I got your traps down, count on it."
"Hey! I'm the best damn roamer, believe it!" Tai shouted, clearly annoyed, "Those scrubs at the tournament won't know what hit 'em!"
"All right, I'm done, gotta make me some grub before I crash for the night, " Sheila laughed, "Seeya later, peace!"
As her team said their goodbyes, Sheila took off her man-o-war headset and stretched back in her chair. As she checked her clock on the bedside counter next to her bed, it read, 10:59 pm.
"Ah, well, I ain't gonna sleep on an empty stomach," Sheila said as she stood and walked into her kitchen which was connected with the living room. "Hmm? Eh, steak it is."
Before she started cooking, she strolled out her vinyl record player and plugged it into an outlet in the living room. The record player sat on a small sliver cart and her record collection sat just beneath it. While she browsed her collection, one stood out among the rest.
"Ah, this is one I haven't heard in a while," Sheila said as she smiled widely to herself.
As she took the record out of its package and placed it on the tray, and it started to play, Joy To The World by Three Dog Night. She started to cook her food while she sang along, soon her dinner of steak medium rare with mashed potatoes and homemade tortilla sat in front of her.