@rosekillermicrofic / cheat / 432 words / a guitar hero loser meet-cute @star4daisy
They had been going at it for hours. Their shirts were sweaty, and their fingers were about to cramp for the third time. Ten minutes between rounds was not enough.
As they prepared for the last round, Barty took one last look at his competitor. He adjusted his grip on the guitar, bracing himself for the final song. It was the other guy’s turn to pick.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Barty mumbled to himself as he watched the blond man select ‘Knights of Cydonia’ for their last song. It was the one song Barty had never been able to complete with 100% accuracy on the level they were playing now.
But he tried. For the first minute, they both easily played through the chords, not breaking the streak. Barty lifted his guitar and activated the power as soon as he could, and the crowd went crazy. All four guys watching them at the dingy pizza parlor cheered.
Then came the solo. The fucking solo. And, as every time before, he messed up at the same note. He didn’t give up, though. Blondy over there was bound to mess up; what kind of psycho chooses that song when they want to win a Guitar Hero III battle? Barty didn't look at the guy once until the song finally ended.
Everyone went quiet as the screen loaded. Barty cursed under his breath when he realized he had lost.
He turned around to congratulate his opponent and blushed when he felt the large hand and long fingers that grasped his own. A disgusting amount of filthy imagines of what those fingers could do were not crossing his mind.
“Well played, mate.” Now that was a fucking hot voice, Barty thought.
“You sure you didn’t cheat?”
“Just got blessed with long and agile fingers, I guess,” the man said, showing his hands as if to prove he wasn't hiding anything. “I’m Evan.”
“I’m Barty. Are you new here?” Barty was certain that if he had bumped into Evan even once, he would’ve remembered. If not for those hands, definitely those eyes.
“Nah, just moved here. But I saw the ad for a contest in exchange for a free slice and thought I’d give it a try.”
“A try!? You killed me out there.”
“Yeah, I guess I did.” A grin spread across Evan’s face and Barty’s face lit up. “Let me make it up to you, I’ll share my slice.”
Barty nodded and followed him to the closest table.
“So, Evan, tell me, what else are your hands good at?”
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