If it had been anyone else, he would have easily beaten them. With Billy though? Stu always wound up staring a little to long, distracted by the other and his intensity. Watching his hands work the controller, or just the gleam if competitiveness in his gaze. So, naturally, distracted and drinking, what little attempt to actually have fun was lost as he just stared openly at Billy while he played.
"What else did you wanna do?" He questioned. Never mind the fact that it was clearly the middle of the level. Taking another long swing of his drink, knees brushing against the other as he shifted slightly.