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“Augh, why did I even accept that stupid bet!?”
The sound of laughter coming from right next to him only heightens Brock's annoyance. Leave it to him to accept a bet coming from the one person in his life who gets competitive at every chance he gets. He lets out another groan as he hears Brian’s laughter finally settle down.
“S’not my fault you suck so bad at this game,” the Irish jabs.
Brock doesn’t even need to look at him to know he has that stupid, smug smirk on his face. Eugh.
“Well how was I supposed to know you apparently would be godlike at Dance Dance Revolution?”
His eyes finally make their way up to look at the screen in front of them. A bright flashing letter grade of an E can be seen on his left side of the screen while a B grade was on Brian’s side of the screen. Brock grimaces at the score comparison, thinking back to their words before they decided to put in their quarters to start the game.
“Let’s make this game interestin’, Brock!” Brian nudges at Brock’s arm with his elbow. “If you lose against me in Dance Dance Revolution, you gotta do something I say.”
“Psh, yeah right.” Brock rolls his eyes. “As if you’re even good at this game. You have two left feet!”
The Irishman lets out a scoff as if he was personally insulted. For extra exaggeration, he places a hand on his chest. Brock stifles a giggle.
“Well excuse you, dancing king. If you’re so sure of yourself, then take the bet! Unless you’re scared to lose to someone with two left feet.”
“Y’know what? Fine, I’ll take the bet. You’re on!”
And well… It’s not as if Brian was going to let him get away with this easily.
Brock lets out a sigh, slumping against the rail of the game behind him. “Alright, what are you gonna want me to do?”
Brian lets out a hum, mirroring Brock and leaning against the actual game. “Just a kiss on the cheek. Right here,” he says, tapping his left cheek with a finger.
A small smile was growing on his face because he knew the other expected him to do something more. But at the same time, for Brian, just beating his boyfriend in a game was always more than enough to suffice.
“God, you’re so irritating,” Brock huffs out. Of course, it was all lighthearted seeing as how this is all his “punishment” is. What a dork.
A bit of pink could be seen on his cheeks as he pushes himself off of the rail and plants a kiss on Brian’s cheek.
“See? Not so bad, was it—”
The American proceeds to shut Brian up successfully by giving him an additional kiss on the lips. After pulling away, Brock lets himself finally burst into laughter at the surprised look on Brian’s face.
“Gotta make sure to give you your prize for winning too.”