Can you write a Gail and Holly prompt where Gail is threatening one of her friends over a video game and Holly is just like "don't listen to her she's the little spoon"
Sundays at Gail's house were maniacal. There was drinking, there was video games and there was Gail Peck yelling profanities at Dov.
Holly found the noise to be therapeutic. She rested her head on her girlfriend's lap, reading a medical journal from a couple of years ago. It was nice.
"Behind you, Dov!" Gail leaned over and hit his shoulder hard. "Shoot him!"
"I'm trying!"
"SHOOT HIM!" She moved quick, offing three players in the time it took Dov die. She was really good. "If you die again, I'll tell the entire division that you still sleep with that pink teddy bear you got for your 5th birthday."
"You wouldn't" Dov stared back at her in shock. He knew she played dirty.
"Do you know me? Of course I will," she growled.
"Fine." Dov gave up. He wasn't going to win this battle. "Can you at least try and cover me then? You're playing like you're Rambo."
"No. You just need to be better."
The yelling stopped and all Holly could hear were gun shots and explosions. She squeezed Gail's thigh and rolled into her slightly. She really liked Sundays.
"Goddammit, Dov! BEHIND YOU! Open your squinty eyes!" She watched as Dov died once more and turned to him and glared.
"Why are you being so mean?"
"I'm always like this," Gail snaps. Dov shakes his head and turns to Holly. She's so enthralled in her book he doesn't even know if she's listening to the chaos around her.
"Holly, is she always like this?"
She smirks, but doesn't raise her eyes from the text in front of her. "Nope, not at all. She's really cute when she's being the little spoon," she snickered, squeezing Gail's thigh again.
A loud, high pitched squeal made Holly look up, "You okay, Gail?"
"Holly! Don't reveal my deep dark secrets!" Gail blubbered, her face becoming beet red. "Look, you just made me die!" She threw her controller onto the coffee table and took a swig of beer.
"Sorry, babe." Holly kissed her cheek and settled back down on her legs.
"Little spoon, huh?" Dov jested, "you big old softie, Peck."
Gail took another swig and grabbed her controlled. A new game started and Dov died immediately. "Don't say another word."
"Why not? I bet the division would find this piece of information hilarious."
"Don't test me, Epstein." She ran towards his character in the game and aimed her gun at the back of his head,"I will kill you right now."
Dov laughed. "Truce?"
"Fine," she sighed. There was silence for a moment before she watched Dov get ambushed by two guys. "Shoot him! Shoot them! Go for the head! DOV!"
"What?" He grumbled, "I'm trying!"
"BE BETTER!"
