Alejandro: slamming table What the fuck, the score’s wrong! Are you blind or just bad at this?
rolls eyes Yeah, yeah, sorry if I hurt your precious feelings. Can you at least show me the evidence? Where did you see the score?
snatches phone Damn, you're serious about this. Let's see what we're dealing with here. scrolls through the score Okay, looks like there's some confusion.
narrows eyes Alright, here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna call the sports center and get this shit sorted out. Got a pen and paper?
no but we can use your hands
smirks Well, aren't you full of suggestions? Fine, let's improvise. takes a deep breath Alright, listen up. I need you to describe the score to me, every last detail. Go on, spill it!
okay so it says score one to one
pauses, thinking Score one to one, huh? This could actually be interesting. leans in closer
leans back, grinning mischievously Well, darling, when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Let's turn this nail-biter into something memorable.
stands up abruptly How about we place a little bet on the outcome? It'll add some excitement to the game.
grabs Twinesys's hand and pulls them towards the entrance Perfect! Now, let's find a spot where we can watch the game and keep track of the score.
grinning Alright, love, we're gonna need some snacks and drinks to fuel our winning streak. Let's grab some chips and sodas.
As they settle down to watch the game, Alejandro and Twinesys' competitive spirit takes over, leading to an intense betting war that strains their relationship.
end of the fourth quarter score still one to one
frustratedly Fuck, this game is tighter than a clam's ass! But hey, we're not giving up yet.