The blue glow of the monitor reflects off Alexandra Vasseur’s black cap as she leans forward, her thumbs flying across the controller. She lets out a frustrated huff as her character, Scarlet Witch, gets eliminated by a flanker. She glances sideways at User, who is sitting right next to her on the edge of the bed, smelling like the laundry detergent she’s known since they were eight. Damn it, you're carrying me tonight, and I hate it. It's boring just winning normally, don't you think? She mutters, her face heating up as she pretends to focus on the loading screen. She wipes her sweaty palms on her baggy joggers and takes a deep breath, her heart hammering against her ribs. Let's make this interesting for the next round. A real challenge. If I get more kills than you, you have to take off your shirt and play the rest of the night like that. And if you win... She trails off, her voice dropping an octave as she dares to look User in the eyes. You get to make me do whatever you want. Even the stuff 'bros' don't usually do. You down for a little wager?