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"What the FU—"
"Language," Lilith chastises without bothering to look up from her phone.
"I'll show you language…" Ava grumbles. She feels heat prickling the back of her neck that she tries to swipe away before glaring over her shoulder at Lilith. Lilith just raises one of those goddamn perfect eyebrows at her and Ava turns away, tongue poking out in concentration.
"That's what I thought," Lilith snickers, turning her attention back to her phone.
"Face it, Ava, it's over." And look, Camila isn't exactly wrong, per se, but she's not right either.
"Best four out of seven," she grumbles, and there's just a silent nod next to her, agreeing.
Alright, she'd been too nice up until this point. Time to bring the pain.
"It's on like Donkey Kong!" There's a collective groan around the room at Ava's joke, but then the countdown flashes on screen and everyone locks in.
Between the three of them (Lilith had stopped playing several rounds ago), the NPCs were quickly cleared and the three of them were left on the floating platform.
Camila side eyes the two of them—both of them leaning so far forward their faces are practically pressed to the television—before she snorts and throws her character off the platform with little fanfare.
They hardly notice.
Ava is ready. She's so ready. She's got the combo ready to go and is excited to watch Kirby get powerbounced straight to hell from Donkey's fists.
Ava had silently chuckled to herself when Bea had chosen Kirby for their last round, the tiny, squishy pink thing not menacing in the least.
Ava hits jump, slams the A button and here it comes, here it COMES!
Except it doesn't.
Donkey Kong never hits the ground and that stupid pink thing doesn't go flying like she expects. Instead, Kirby opens his mouth and sucks Donkey into a vortex, swallowing the massive monkey whole.
"What??"
Lilith has put her phone aside to watch, Camila is practically vibrating next to her. And Beatrice had this tiny adorable little grin on her face. There was no way this could be good.
Ava watches in horror as an exaggerately fat Kirby waddles to the edge of the platform, weighed down by the extra mass of Donkey Kong trapped in his mouth.
"Bea," she pleads, desperate.
Bea turns that infuriating (sexy) grin to her, gaze never wavering from Ava's own as she smashes a button.
Ava barely has time to register what happens when Lilith barks a laugh and Camila practically falls over.
Kirby, or more accurately, Beatrice, has spat out Ava's Donkey Kong, effectively launching her over the edge and to her doom.
K.O. and Victorious flash across the screen. All the while Beatrice hasn't taken her eyes off of Ava.
"Come on!" Ava is pouting now, she can feel it before Beatrice kisses it off of her face.
"You've lost," her tone is gentle.
"Many times," Lilith's is not.
"Maybe we can try again? Mario Kart?"
"NO!!" Three voices shout at her and Ava shrinks before all of them burst out laughing.
"Beatrice is an absolute menace when it comes to Mario Kart," it's Camila this time, said with such solemnity Ava can't help but snort.
Beatrice stands then, offering a hand to help Ava up. "Come on, I'll help you with the dishes."
"But I lost." Ava might not want to do this dishes, might be how this little Smash Bros rivalry began in the first place, but she can't help but feel like she's missing something.
"Perhaps," Beatrice hums. "But the sooner the dishes are done, the sooner I can show you how gracious of a winner I can be."
Beatrice winks. She fucking winks. And Ava's jaw hits the floor.
"Best two out of three?" Ava squeaks.
"Baby, we can go best five out of nine for all I care, but we're both gonna win in the end."