
Is It Dated Games Reference Day Yet?
Steven stared at his phone, his brow furrowed. Anthony still hadn't answered his most recent texts.
ChillyWilly: uh yeah
You: Then maybe you should have gone to sleep earlier last night!
You: Chilled?
You: Gahh...
You: Sorry, I just get worried about ya, ChillyWilly.
Steven's eyes closed and he let out a sigh.
You're being too dramatic. He's fine, stop stressing yourself out over it, Steven told himself. He had asked GaLm and Smarty as well, but only GaLm had agreed. Smarty was busy, GaLm only needed around ten minutes, and Chilled was... Well... Tired. Steven sat, waiting for GaLm to be ready. What would they play with only two people? N+? Toribash? He wasn't sure.
In the meantime, a dolphin like laugh was resonating in Minx's ears, causing her eyes to narrow angrily.
"I'M NOT THE FUCKING TRAITOR-!", the British woman shrieked, causing Krism, who was sitting next to her, to flinch. The laugh sounded again, a certain Adam Montoya going into a full blown story detailing exactly why Minx was the traitor. Ohm was frantically trying to calm the two of them down while Hutch egged them on, cackling. All of a suddden, Max let out a bloodcurdling scream. Everything went silent until-
"ADAM YOU PIECE OF FUCKING FUCK", Max yelled, Minx and Hutch starting to laugh.
"Whaaat? I didn't do aaanything!", Adam tried, running away from the others. Around twenty minutes later, after everyone had said their goodbyes, Adam found his fingers quickly texting someone.
You: Hey, ya missed gmod!
Drunk~: oh uh yeah ik
You: Yeah, yeah, I know. We missed you though! Max finally got online again!
Drunk~: oh shit max? huh
You: YEA MAN
Drunk~: eh well ill be down to record tomorrow
You: YOU BETTER BE!!!
Adam giggled, setting his phone down on his desk next to his keyboard. He smiled as his eyes glimmered with mischievous thoughts.