Your OTP playing a board game like monoploy, jenga or sorry! Person B gradually turns redder with frustration as they keep losing. Person A notices and decides to purposefully lose the last match just to watch Person B explode with childish taunts and silly dancing.

"Well then, your turn Ruby," Victor set the wooden block down on the top of the pile, the Jenga tower wobbling precariously.

Tilting her head slightly, Ruby seemed to grow focused as she assessed the several rows of blocks. Eventually her arm outstretched, red nails grasping a middle block towards the bottom. She slowly withdrew the piece, sliding out out so as not to knock over the tower.

Outside, rain lashed down, the howling wind sending tiny bullets to chip away at the window. But the weather did not distract Ruby, who maintained her deliberation until the piece was resting at the top of the tower.

"Your turn." Her lips spread widely, with a rather wolf-ish quality, eyes seeming to glow beneath the fluorescent lighting of Granny's.

Victor was determined not to be deterred by Ruby. He knew how this game worked. It was about maintaining balance: therefore specific blocks had to be taken. After four rounds, Victor still hasn't determined quite which blocks those were, having lost every time.

But this time he would win...

Having freed a side block from near the top, Victor went to place it upon the top.

Before his fingers could brush the tower again, it clattered onto the table. The blocks spilled out across the table and onto the floor. Ruby quickly ducked underneath to retrieve the fallen pieces, though Victor could hear her muffled giggles.

"I don't understand what's so funny?" He demanded, pushing the blocks on the table into a pile.

"Nothing," Ruby replied sweetly, voice on the edge of laughter as her face appeared again and met his. Gathered in her arms were the remaining blocks, which she set down in the pile. "Do you admit defeat?"

"No!" He felt the burning sensation on the nape of his neck and cheeks grow fiercer. Biting on her lip, Ruby avoided his gaze as she began to layer the pieces in their threes again.

"One last match then?"

"Whoever wins this is the ultimate champion."

Ruby gave a nod of agreement, swiftly assembling the tower. In between the layers that she placed, Victor would put in another set of three blocks. Their skin would briefly brush, and a small smile would quirk upon Ruby's lips; softening Victor's sense of competitiveness slightly.

Once again they begun to slid out blocks. At first it was simple enough, but the tower quickly began to lean dangerously. Both grew steadily more focused as the moves became riskier. However, several times did Victor notice that Ruby seemed to take pieces that she perhaps ought to have left (though he put it down to him gaining skill at playing the game.)

By the time they had added a sixth layer of blocks, the tower looked as though it was about to topple. Victor could see through the gaps to the a block in the bottom left that would restore the balance. Ruby's fingers instead went towards a block in the upper right, gently withdrawing it.

With that, the tower crashed down, the blocks thundering down spectacularly.

"Yes!" All of the tension and competitiveness Victor had been withholding surged out in joyous exclamations. He jabbed a finger across at Ruby. "In your face!"

Ruby rolled her eyes, leaning back in her seat as she watched her boyfriend proceed to do a sort of ecstatic jig around Granny's in victory.

She only decided to intervene when he launched into a slightly off pitch rendition of 'We Are The Champions'.

"Victor, honey, I don't mean to interrupt your impersonation of Freddie Mercury, but do I get a consolation prize?" Victor paused mid-guitar solo, fingers frozen from where he had been strumming an air guitar whilst knelt down on the floor.

The seductive purr of 'consolation prize' seemed to sober Victor up immediately, as he swiftly stood upright.

"What kind of prize were you thinking of?"

The wolf-ish grin returned, though her lips didn't part. Ruby's eyes darted towards the bedroom, her hands slipping into his.

"I think you know."