Logan's eyes trailed over the chessboard sitting on the table between he and Scott, contemplating which move he should make. On the other side of the board, Scott's sitting with his arms crossed and a slightly annoyed frown on his face. He was so ready to punch Logan if he didn't hurry his ass up and move something. Literally anything at this point, seriously.
"You've been staring at the board for five minutes, Logan." Scott points out flatly, which earns him nothing more than a low growl in response. Typical. He considers just getting up and leaving because he's so damn bored, when the man in front of him finally moves one of his pieces. Logan sits up in his chair again, and his gaze moves from the board to Scott's face. He can just tell that the other's glaring at him from behind those glasses. Meanwhile, Scott just ignores Logan's glance and looks down at the chessboard, wondering if he should also take another five minutes on his own play, just to annoy him as much as he annoyed Scott. He then decides it's not worth a couple of claws in his face and makes his move. Logan watches as Scott reaches out and shifts his last remaining knight and he's just barely realised the consequences of that move when Scott speaks again, sounding less annoyed and more triumphant now.
"Checkmate." Logan blinks slowly, looking slightly dumbfounded as he tries to process the fact that he's just lost the game to Summers of all people. He then groans in irritation, brows furrowing as he shoots a glare at Scott.
"Seriously?.." He grumbles, and Scott just shrugs in response, a smirk tugging at his lips. Logan frowns deeply and then leans back in his chair, his knee hitting the underside of the table; the action sending the chess pieces flying/rolling off the board and onto the carpeted floor. Scott gives Logan an annoyed look, his eyebrows pointed downwards in irritation.
"And the point of that was?" Scott inquires, and Logan raises his hands up in defense; obviously lying as he just mutters the word 'accident'. Scott internally rolls his eyes and sighs, leaning over to grab the pieces off the floor.
"Hm.. pretty sure you're just a sore loser, Logan."
"Shut up, Slim."