Max walks in on Victoria playing video games.
“I SAID I’M GETTING ZERG RUSHED YOU GOONS! HELP ME!”
Gods, everyone on the Starcraft servers were horseshit at the game these days. Everyone with an iota of competence spent all of their time on Starcraft II servers on a higher tier than she could maintain. This was probably wise because, to be perfectly honest, playing on a laptop made her significantly slower at the game due to the reduced screen size and slower rendering.
“GREAT! JUST FUCKING GREAT! I’VE GOT LIKE THREE WORKERS AND NO PYLONS. NAH, NAH, AND NOW MY WORKERS ARE ALL DYING.”
Why did she even play on servers that didn’t include no rush five minutes rules. The zerg were just bitches. What else could she expect from this? She was perfectly aware that this was one of those games with an obsessive level of game balance but she could hardly claim to care - it was just no fun to be forced to be on the offensive fifty seconds into a game that was supposed to last up to a potential half hour.
flowrblades02: mayb u should stp bing a salty mf
flowrblades02: :)
Which, of course, resulted in Victoria just hitting the Windows key and right-clicking the application, closing it all at once. She always forgot that people on Starcraft servers were just the worst people.
She just sat there for a moment before she pulled off her headset, moping in her chair. She collapsed slowly against her desk.
Someone in the back of the room cleared their throat, and Victoria spun around in her desk in surprise. Max Caulfield stood just inside the door, biting her top lip nervously. Victoria exhaled, not really having had the time to build up a panic response before relaxing.
“Oh … hey there hipster. What do you want?”
Max looked around as if this question were off-the-wall. “Ahh … not much. Sorry about your workers?”
Victoria shook her head, then looked up, noticing a box of those dry Famous Amos impersonation cookies from Whole Foods that are ridiculously overpriced. “Oh … no, zerg players are just assholes. Is that a peace offering?” Victoria gestured towards the cookies.
Max looked down at her cookies. “Well, I guess. They were more of a bribe to get you to stop playing but I guess Juliet took care of that.”
Victoria became confused, sinking down in her chair a little but still focusing primarily on the cookies. She had to get them now that they were almost in reach. Nevertheless, she had to ask, “How did Juliet do anything?”
Max shrugged, deflecting. “Oh, I don’t know. Here, cookies? We can share as a compromise.” Max waltzed on over and sat on Victoria’s bed, opening up the bag.
Nevertheless, once Victoria had a cookie in her mouth, she was not deterred. Instead, she glared at Max, who was refusing to make eye contact. “What did Juliet do?” she questioned again.
Max’s eyes darted up to the corner of the room, forcibly avoiding Victoria’s. “Uhhhhhh,” she began, and Victoria emitted a sound of disgust under her breath. Max continued, “After you know, sexted Zachary, she may have … bought a copy of Starcraft and started stalking you on it, zerg rushing you whenever she sees you.” Max hurriedly shoved a cookie in her mouth.
“What, what the fuck?”
Once Max swallowed, she seemed pretty eager to give a follow-up explanation, “Yeah, actually, for about three weeks now we’ve all been meeting in her room and watching it. It’s really funny.”
Victoria lunged forward, and Max flinched, thinking she was going to be strangled or something, but instead Victoria claimed the bag of cookies and held them against her chest. “Get out!” she yelled, and all of Max’s pouting could not get her the cookies back.