They ask Alex a few questions

Jack shakes his head and turns towards Alex. "I'm sorry, but I got to ask you a few questions, Alex."

"Hm, sure, what do you want to ask me, babe?" Alex said, leaning onto Jack and wrapping an arm around his waist, turning on a feminine and cougarly charm you know Alex never would understand. Jack has a conflicted look on his face at the flirting from the former male, but he seems to swallow his pride and muscle through.

"Yeah, because we just started playing this game, and I rolled for you because you didn't want to play."

"That doesn't sound like me, I love playing games," Alex giggled and booped his nose with a long nailed finger. "And I'm not stupid. We started like five minutes ago. You pulled out the game, the thing started acting weird and we were discussing if it's technological. You rolled dice for me, you made a choice that would turn me into my own perfect boyfriend, and nothing happened."

"No, something did happen," Luke interrupted, "You used to be Alex the jock, big on sports and being a macho douche bag."

Alex the milf chuckles. "Please, I'm just your average late bloomer, doing part time classes in physiology while working at the local gym. You guys know this!"

"No, we don't," the three of you reply in a deadpan tone.