Penny should have known better. Why say anything at all? Saying one thing to Sheldon just pushed something inside of him. Like a button. You pressed it and he talked and talked and talked. Two days ago she found it comforting, now it was as if they were never apart. She wanted to squeeze him until he popped. Eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched, he was on the edge of her seat, her leg crossed over the other and her fingers going a mile a minute on the controller. His bazinga made her want to rage and she had to kill him. DIE DIE DIE!
She swallowed though when it was her that died and she tossed the controller to the side. Grabbing her beer that was tucked in her lap and surprisingly not all over her, she finished that one off. "You suck," she said point blank, giving him one of her I don't care faces that he had grown to know. She got up from the couch and tossed the bottle in the trash before going for another one.
Penny plopped back down on the couch and raised an eyebrow.
"Let's play another game. I think they have Dance Central in that stack ..." She grinned.