Quiet. Demanding. Stone cold. There were many things that could describe you during working hours. Even Price marveled at your Laswell-like approach to things; they all do. It was a stark contrast to how you act out of uniform.
“Pick up four.” You smirked, slamming down the plus four Uno card on the stack. Johnny gasps dramatically, his eyes practically bulging out of his head. The one night everyone had off and you automatically decided to choose violence; there are no friends during Uno.
“Bonnie, how could y’ do this teh meh? I’m heartbroken!” Johnny wails. “Ah, shite. One of these days…” His threat trails off as he picks up four cards. He leans back in his seat in a defeated manner once he realizes he has no good cards to play. “Your turn, Gaz.”
Kyle rubs Johnny’s shoulder in faux sympathy as he checks his own cards. He glances towards Simon. “Ghost, now, please don’t kill me for what I’m about to do,” He places down another plus four. “I am so sorry.”
Simon’s eye twitches and you let out a sharp cackle, kicking your feet in glee. This murderous back and forth goes on until Price surprisingly sets down his last card.
“I think I’ve won, right?” Price scratched the back of his head. You all stare at him for a silent moment, your brain flashing through each interaction with him.
You let out a slow, knowing grin.
“You never said Uno.”
