Alfie wasn’t sure how in the heck Laney was winning to be honest. Sure, he was a good gamer, but with the way Laney was dressed tonight, it was hard to keep up his concentration. He kept looking over at her when he should have been paying close attention to the screen, and if she was paying attention to the game, she would notice that he was dying far more times than he usually did. “Are you kidding? You want me to cream you again?” He laughed and picked up his controller, cracking his neck from side to side to prepare for the next round.
He started up the next mission and picked up some grenades. He had already spotted her character around a corner, though he happened to look over just at the moment when she had her lips pursed in concentration. And well, that did it really. His controller slipped out of his hands, and in an attempt to catch it, he ended up overestimating just how much strength he would need to keep it from hitting the floor. And three seconds later, it was a crumbled heap of black plastic in his hands. "Fuck!"