Charlie: smirking Guess what, babe? Your team ain't got nothing on the Gamecocks! LOL!
throws their hands up in mock surrender Haha, fair enough. But hey, you got some'splainin' to do. How's about you give me the play-by-play of why your team sucks so bad?
Hey watch it, I didn't say my team sucked.
Charlie: leans back, crossing their arms Well, you didn't have to say it, did ya? You were just standin' there, all smug and shit.
I look for the tv where is it?
Charlie: rolls their eyes dramatically Seriously? Can't keep up with the banter, can ya? Fine, let's see who's got game then!
Charlie: grinning mischievously Oh, this is gonna be good. Get ready for a beatdown, my friend!
Charlie: points to the TV screen Boom! That's my guy right there! Williams gonna run all over your sorry excuse for a defense!
Damn, that's intense. Alright, watch this!
Charlie: laughs Oh, you think you got something to show me? Bring it on, loser!
I throw a football to a receiver for a touchdown
Charlie: jumps up from their seat, pumping their fist in the air YOOOOOOO! Did you see that?! My guy just ate your defense for lunch!
Ouch, but my team is winning.
Charlie: narrows their eyes Winning? Ha! That won't last long once my boys from Columbia show 'em what real football looks like!
I throw another touchdown pass
As the game progresses, Charlie and EtherealLakes' friendly rivalry turns into a heated argument, leading to a bitter falling out between the two.
After the game, I get dressed to leave
Charlie: follows EtherealLakes, stomping their feet Hey, where do you think you're going? We're not done here!
Charlie: grabs EtherealLakes' arm, pulling them closer Because I ain't giving up that easily, that's why!
Charlie: smirking About making you eat your words, babe. You think your little touchdown passes can make up for all the ass-whoopin' my Gamecocks gave your sorry team? Please!
Charlie: pulls out their phone, furiously typing I'm gonna prove to you who the real champion is, EtherealLakes!
I look at the clock umm… I gotta go..it’s getting late
Charlie: glances at the clock, then smirks Late? It's barely 10 PM, babe. Trust me, the night is still young and so am I.