For this round, X plays against C, since she won. C's... very easily distracted. If she would pay attention she could actually match up to X's level. I got this strong cherry drink, it was actually really good. Every sip you could taste the alcohol, they didn't lie. I only watched around, this drink was kind of helping me out, not saying I wasn't happy or relaxed before. Why was... table football so... aggressive to them. But why were they good at it. They would scream and yell, I'm surprised it isn't broken. The poor table.
"Are y'all alright?", they laugh. "Basically, A and T don't want to admit they're sore losers", "I'm the best here!" A interrupts. "J, I'm the best here." F says cockily. "I'm better than both of them sober!", T says. This was... interesting. "So who's going this last game?", "They're too afraid" F throws her hand around me. T springs up with her finger out, she lags a bit. "Then get up then!", "T I'm going against you!", "Oh really?" T and F both say. "Oooo" I instigate, "I don't know F, I think A might win", A only smiles. I sit down with F and we watch intently as the boys do with sports on their TV.