Chase screamed in frustration, throwing her controller sidways and letting it shatter into three pieces as it hit and dented the wall. She fell back and kicked her legs in the air, grabbing a pillow and pressing it to her face to muffle her yell.
Beside her, Tyler and Garrett snickered, their own controllers still in one peice. Chase took no effort in withholding her glare.
"I hate technology." She ground out.
"Only when it doesn't do what you want, Chey." Garrett snickered, poking Chase in the side. His hand was immediately swatted away.
"For real, Chase. Calm yourself, it's just a game."
Garrett chuckled once more and stood, pulling his arms over his head and stretching, exposing his pale stomache. Chase huffed and yanked up his pants, while Tyler face palmed.
"Bro, you need bigger shirts."
He just shrugged and walked out of the room. "Snacks?" He called.
"NOTHING FOREIGN!" Both of them called back. Garrett had the habit of making them try weird russian candy, and it always left a bad taste in their mouths.
"Go fix my shit, Ty. I'm getting a new game." Chase yawned, getting up and walking over to the stand that held her disks. She picked up a stack and shuffled through them barely hearing Ty's whine.
"Awe, dude, no. You're the one who broke it!"
"And you're the one who forced me to play, broseph. So go fix- AH, DUDE! Check this out, man!"
Curious at his excitable friend, he stood and walked over to look at the disk Chase was freaking over.
"It's Oddworld, man. I haven't played this in centuries!"
She squeeled in a very manly way and started jumping up and down, dancing- quite badly- over to the console. Tyler chuckled and moved to the kitchen to help Garrett while Chase orgasmed over the lame game.
When he arrived in the kitchen, it was to Garrett on the floor covered in juiceboxes and pickles, a broken jar laying beside him.
"I don't even want to know why you think pickles and applejuice sound even remotely good together, Gary."
"Whatever, Loser." He grumbled, looking funnily adorable with his red hair plastered to his face with pickle juice. Tyler couldn't help laughing, and help him up, grabbing a clean juicebox and walking back into Chase's room.
"Your kitchen's in a mess, love. Maybe you should-
"EAT BUFFALO, BOUNTY-FUCKER!!" Chase screamed, furiously pressing buttons and moving the controller where she wanted her character to go. Tyler was only mildly disturbed, if only becuase Oddworld wasn't a very action-y game.
"What-fucker?" Garrett giggled, walking back in and seeing the cowboy alien thing on screen. "What the fucker is that?"
"Oddworld." Ty supplied.