sinbrat"Fucking *hell,*" Joey snarled, throwing himself onto the couch. Lance could swear he felt the bus rock, just a little. He hid the hand that was gripping the table with his body.
"It's just a game," he said with a mixture of sooth and disinterest, not looking up from his computer screen. He knew better than to tempt the angry Joey-beast on the few occasions when he got riled up.
Joey didn't say anything, just glared at the flat Idaho land they were passing.
Lance rolled his eyes. "You'll win next time."
Silence.
"Oh, come on. It was *Twister,* Joey, get over it."
"But he stepped on the blue dot! I should've won!"
Lance rubbed his face tiredly with his hands. "That's what you said two hours ago."
Joey was quiet for a minute, and then said with all the sullenness of a three year old child whose sucker got taken away, "It's still true."
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