"I don't know who the hell else we're gonna get," Chris said. He sat on the outside of the booth, bouncing his leg as he ate his fries. Remy sat on the inside, tucked against the wall. She had a salad and didn't eat it.

"Maybe you can send more of your internet friends our way. Physics, Chris? Come on."

"Yeah, I don't know about here, guys."

"I didn't think she'd listen. I was just being—

"Yeah, you were just being Chris. But I don't know either."

"I can't believe you told her you'd let her try out. What is this? Like a job or something?"

"It could be," Cam said. "Or at least a hobby that pays well."

"We're not that good though."

"We totally could be. We just need the team."

"How is a team gonna help if we're not good. We'll just hold the good players down."

"The team is all that matters. And we are all good enough. We've got things we're good at. We're smart. We know the maps, the strategies. We've just…never really had the people to use that stuff properly."

"Yeah," Chris said. "I always get stuck with the fuckers that don't pay attention to the healers. Like, hello, Bastion. You don't need to run off and heal yourself. I've got your ass covered."

"Shut up, Chris." Cameron stole a fry from his plate. "But he's right. We're good."

"I'm not good."

"You're good."

"Oh yeah? At what?"

"You're…"

"Yeah, you gotta think about it, don't you."

"I need to put it properly so I don't piss you off, woman. Let me think." Cam took another fry. "You're cautious. That's the word I was lookin' for. Which is good. We know that you'll always be alive. You'll always be there if we need a push. And with a full team we could do a push while you sit back and snipe, or you can just wait in the wings with Reaper and drop in with your 'ult' when we need to cap. You're like our trump card."

"I'm a coward."

"You're cautious."

"And I really don't know about this girl." Remy stole a fry. "Like, Chicago? She was pro?"

"Semi-professional."

"Whatever. Same thing. She was paid and now she wants to join our team? It just seems…"

"Strange? Yeah. Tell me about it. I was sitting here when she came in. Her mother was…odd. I think it's all odd. But I mean, It's a person."

"I feel like it's either a joke or she's going to think we're a joke."

"Well you can blame Chris for that—

"Hey!'

"Well it's true, Chris. What if she's shit?"

"I don't think she is."

"Have you seen her play?"
"Yeah. LoL."

"That doesn't count, Chris."

"She's really good. She streams."

"She's on computer, Chris. We play PS4."

"Maybe we should switch to computer?"

"Right now? You want to have a PC vs. Console debate right now?"

"Well I'm just suggesting—

"Right fucking now? When we still need to find two more fucking people?"

"I guess not."

"So I take it Maya's out?" Remy snagged a fry. Chris waved for the waitress.

"More fries please?"

"Listen, I tried to apologize—

"Mhm."

"I did."

"And you ended up yelling at her?"

"Did she text you? Jesus Christ, what a bitch."

"Yeah she did text me, but even if she didn't, I knew you were gonna fly off the handle."

"She started it."

"No Cam, you started it last night."

"No, no, no. Listen, she started it. I found out earlier, before the yelling, that she'd been talking about me behind my back. This entire time. She said you all did it." Cam looked at Chris and Remy over his glasses. "I understand if you did. I just hope you know—

"Cam, we'd never—

"I understand if you did…I just hope you know that I would never do that. And if you didn't, then even more of a reason to kick her to the curb."

"She quit."

"No, no. Stop that shit right now."

"No, that's what she said. In the text."

"That lying—I fired her. I said it first."

"Does it really matter, Cam? We're still down two people." The waitress brought another plate of friend and Remy slid it in front of her in exchange for her salad.

"Hey," Chris said. Remy started eating the fries in clumps.

"Besides," she said, stopping to swallow. "Let's say, old and new willing, that we find a full team. What then? What's the point, Cam? Wasn't the whole point of this to have like, I don't know, an excuse to hang out that we could give our parents? Soon we'll be driving and we can just do whatever we want anyways."

"No, that wasn't the point. The point was to win a tournament. Or place in a tournament. Or just be considered a pro team."

"Just doesn't seem viable." Remy squirted ketchup on the plate and dipped more fries. Chris picked at the salad. Cam took in a deep breath and looked through his thoughts.

"It is viable, Rem. It's totally viable. This is the age to do it. I mean, what, we've got two more years? Four if you're going to community college? That's four years tops in this city, together, with everyone. Not only that, but it's four years of free time. I know my mom will let me stay with her but I know Chris's mom is waiting to drop the boot on him. Your mom's pretty cool but I know that I don't want to live with my mom. Shit's gonna be different. That's what they all say, right? And even if they're all full of shit and it's just like high school, we might actually know what we want to do with our lives at that points. We might actually have shit to do. People to be with. You know? We might hate fuckin' playing videogames. Don't look at me like that, Chris. You know what I fuckin' mean.

"Final Boss won almost 300,000 dollars in Halo 2 alone. In two years. That's two fucking years. 300,000 dollars. That was back when Halo 2 was big and now esports, gaming in general, it's so big that shit's going to be off the hook. This year, just this month, in Seattle, the Dota Major Championship gave nine million dollars to first place. Nine million fuckin' dollars.

"I know, I know, it's not all about the money. Overwatch isn't even like that yet, but Blizzard bought MLG and is probably going to pump major bucks into tourneys and shit. It's not about the money, no, no. It's supposed to be about the game or whatever. You know what all those famous people say, 'I don't do it for the money'. Bitch, it's their job. It's a job. No matter if they're in a band or painting with their cock or whatever. It's a job and money is there. And a job is like eight hours a day, five days a week? That's a normal job, right? We do that shit right now. We're already playing full time. So why not look to get paid for it?

"Look, I don't even know what I'm fuckin' talkin' about anymore. All I know is that we have a chance ta fuckin' get rich playing a fucking video game. We don't have to do anything else. We just have to keep doing what we're doing, but just steer ourselves in that direction. You say it's not viable. There's fucking twelve year-olds in Korea who have millions of dollars because they like League of Legends. That girl, Lindsay, the one that came in, her mother had a beautiful, new, red Corvette. From the way she was talking, her mom's her manager. So she's doing manager stuff and they bought a fuckin' Corvette. That's college money, Remy. That's money for a house, Chris. Fuck, we could get a cheap place together and not worry about shit for a while. While everyone else is out working at McDonalds, or the grocery store, we can be playing Overwatch as hard as we do now and making money.

"We can do it, guys. We can fuckin' do it. I just…we can do it. We can." Cam was sweaty. The diner, dead just moments ago, came alive with the evening rush. It was five thirty and booths filled up all around the three kids and their one plate of fries.

"I'm in."

"Fuck you, Chris. I know you're in."

"Fuck you too."

"That's nice and all, Cam," said Remy. "And I'm with you. One hundred percent. But we still don't have a full team. I mean, when is a tournament? We do we even need to be ready?"

"The next competitive season starts in September. I'd say we should find people by the end of next week. We can all meet for a full team meeting and plan. Figure out a schedule or something."

"We can look online for people."

"Yeah," said Remy. "We could actually have try outs." A smile peaked from her stoic face.

"I think we, just us three, should try to figure out exactly what position we want to play. I think the beauty of Overwatch is that everyone can literally play anything, but I also think you know, we're all good at certain things and should stick with what we're good at."

"Well Christy was our best player."

"She was our slayer."

"Oh yeah, for sure."

"So we need a slayer. We need somebody who's actually good at games. Like, good at aiming. And Remy you really are a wild card. You can play our backup, slash 'whatever-we-need' sort of role. We lost our Mercy though. Maybe you can do support?"

"I can do Mercy," Chris said. "I like playing as her. And I'm good at healing. I sometimes jump into the wrong situations, but I can work on it."

"You're usually a good Torbjorn too. You could be our defense or support guy. What about Reinhardt? Are you good with him? I feel like him and Bastion are sort of necessary."

"I think our slayer will be Bastion, won't he?"

"Not necessarily. If we find a good Soldier player, that'd be sick. Just to have someone who can hit their marks. Even if they played Hanzo or Genji. Someone who's deadly accurate. Bastion, shit, I can play Bastion if we need him. I just don't prefer it. I figured I'd run Tracer on attack, or Reaper. I like getting behind enemy lines. I've gotten really fuckin' good at the rewind and the teleport for Reaper."

"Yeah, I think you're right. You're definitely an asshole."

"Fuck you, Chris."

"No, he's right."

"Fuck all ya'll. But seriously. So we've got stealth, Chris on support with healing, Remy on whatever. Back up, push assist type person. Maybe we can get you on Reinhardt."

"I don't know. I never know when to lower the shield."

"Well, what's that leave us with?"

"Well, slayer, like you said."

"We need to know what this chick is going to be."

"Yeah, she might be good at support."

"Fuck, man, I don't know. Should we wait and see what she's thinking? I think we're all pretty open. Maybe we should find people who want it like we want it, see if they have any definite opinions, and just work with that?"

"I think we should at least figure out who we won't play as," said Chris. "I won't touch Symmetra. I just don't get it."

"I'm not a big Winston fan myself. And I've never been the best with aiming. Even in Halo 3 I had to rely on power weapons to keep the game in our favor."

"I don't like Road Hog," Remy said. "I just hate looking at him."

"Well you don't have to fucking look at him while you play him."

"Yeah, but it's just, like, the thought of it. I don't know. Him and Junkrat. Ew."

"That's stupid."

"What, and you don't play Tracer for her ass?"

"You can't see her when you play as her."

"Whatever. I know your game."

"Shut up, woman."

"I think Mercy is hot."

"Shut up, Chris."

"No, he's right. She's pretty hot." Remy finished off the last of the fries. The three of them agreed to continue the discussion online, as they played. Figuring out the five characters they wouldn't play as, or couldn't play properly, hoping to use that list to help guide their search for two new members for their team.