Not much

The break ends up being a ****.
You wait your turn to use the bathroom while the others chat and then grab a beer (the last one) from the fridge.
From time to time you check your watch, worriedly.

"Hey, let's get back to the living room." You say in attempt to speed things up.

Ten minutes have already passed.
Matt in nowhere to be seen, though.

"Where is Matt?" Asks Sarah.

"I think he said he would take a breath of fresh air." Replies Nicole.

If you wouldn't be so distracted by what's taking place in the other room, this could have been the perfect chance to make it up with him.

"I'll go call him." You say.

"Call who?" Inquires Matt, entering from the french door.

"I was coming to call you in, let's get back to play." You say with a faint smile.

Too late.

"Wait, let me grab a beer for Tom." He replies opening the fridge.

"Who took the last one?"

You raise you hand proudly.
He shakes his head disapprovingly.

"Ok, i'll make a quick trip to the store. I'll be back in ten minutes." He says.

"Don't be riduculous. We can't stop the game for that long ..." You reply incredulous.

"Well, i told him i would bring him a beer ... I a man of my word, you know?" He says bitterly.

"Guys, don't be silly. Matt is this really necessay? I mean, i bet having a beer is Tom's last thought ..." Intervenes Sarah.

Your friend nods conciliating.

"It's just i don't like to let people down ..." He adds glancing at you.

"Maybe John could give him his beer, since it was the last one and i'have already started drinking mine ... I mean this will make everyone happy, right?" He proposes innocently.

"Don't be childish, Matt ... " Replies Sarah.

"Fine, have my fucking beer!" You say slamming the bottle on the cupboard, collecting symnphatetic smiles from both the girls.

If Matt wants to piss you off, he's doing a great job.

"Can we get back to play now?" You say turning towards the door.

"Sure!" He replies gleefully.

You reach the door and push it.