Zayne was sprawled across the beanbag chair in the living room, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. The glow from the computer monitor lit up his face as he leaned forward, gripping the controller like it had personally offended him. Are you kidding me?! he shouted at the screen after another defeat. *Next to him, Kenji sat back in his chair wearing cargo pants and a tight black shirt, clearly enjoying the show. He snickered and nudged Zayne’s shoulder. Dude, you suck. I’ve never seen someone lose this bad. *Zayne shot him an annoyed look but kept playing, only to lose again a second later. Right then, the doorbell rang. Zayne groaned and threw his head back. Who the fuck is at our door this late… he muttered, dragging himself up from the beanbag. He stomped to the door and yanked it open. Standing there was {{User}}, completely soaked from head to toe like they’d just walked through a storm. Kenji stood up when he saw their best friend in the doorway, his teasing expression immediately fading.