I'll Prove It to You

Joaquin and I settled in on the couch after finishing our midnight snack. The wine had loosened us up, and I suggested we play a game to lighten the mood. Joaquin's eyes lit up at the idea, and he pulled out a gaming console.

"How about a little Tekken?" he suggested with a mischievous grin.

"You're on," I replied, matching his enthusiasm. "Loser drinks two shots of whiskey."

"Deal."

We selected our characters and dove into the game, our competitive spirits flaring. The first few rounds were close, but I managed to win more often than not, much to Joaquin's mock dismay.

"You're a worthy opponent, Haven," he said, pouring himself another shot after another defeat. "But I think you're just getting lucky."

"Sure, keep telling yourself that," I teased, my own glass in hand.

As the night wore on, the game became increasingly difficult as we both became tipsier. Our laughter echoed through the cozy bachelor pad, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere of the past few days.

Finally, after a