Later That Evening

Later that evening, you return to your room. Craig is already there. He is sitting on a chair, holding his controller and wearing his headset.

"You ready to go, little mercy main?" he asks, grinning.

"Ready as I'll ever be" you say.

You load up the game trying not to gag on Craig's musky stench.

"Alright, let's make this quick," Craig says.

The match begins. Craig takes the first round quickly.

"Wow, you really are terrible at this, huh?" he says, laughing.

"It's only the first round. Give me a chance," you reply.

"Alright, fine. Let's go to round two."

Round two is more intense than the first. You're determined not to lose to him again. You take your time, making sure to position your junkrat well before attacking. You manage to take a couple of hits off him before he finishes you.

"Nice job, mercy main. You almost got me. Almost," Craig says.

"Shut up. I just need some practice," you say.

"You sure about that? Because from where I'm sitting, you suck."

"First to 5?" You suggest.

"Alright, whatever. But don't cry when you lose again."

"It's on."

Round three begins. Craig immediately attacks you. You manage to dodge out of the way and counter attack, but Craig kills you before you can finish him off.

"Damn it!" you shout.

"Hey, no need to get mad, little mercy main. Just admit you suck," Craig says.

"Fuck you," you say, glaring at him.

"Whatever. Just admit you're terrible and we can move on."

"No, I'm not terrible. You just got lucky."

"Oh yeah? Then let's go again. I'll beat you again," he says.

"Fine."

You start a new round. Craig attacks you, but you dodge and counter him. You manage to take a couple more hits off him before he kills you again.

"Damn it! How are you doing this?!" you yell.

"Because I'm a better player than you," Craig says.

"Don't forget, if I win this one, you're doing my laundry for a year."

"I'm not going to lose," you say.

"Whatever you say, mercy main."

"Shut up."

You start a new round. Craig doesn't attack right away, but waits for you to make the first move. You attack him and manage to take a few more hits off him before he kills you, yet again.

"God damn it! This is bullshit!" you scream.

"You're just a sore loser," Craig says.