This is the last photo I have of me kissing my girlfriend. It wasn’t a big occasion, we were just back from a game but I couldn’t go to the after-party cause I had to look after my dorky little brother. Still, the weed obviously felt bad because he really wanted to take this photo for me to ‘remember’ how things felt the day I won that game. I thought nothing of it at the time, in fact, i’d already come up with some plans to make the night at home far more memorable than the day had been…
When we got in I told the dork there were gonna be some rules. First, he was going to stay in the basement with his computer crap unless I sent him a text to come out. Second, he needed to set the table for a romantic meal for two, he could do that then get straight into the basement and play War and Dragons or Call of Dungeons or whatever he did.
He looked a bit sad as he wandered into the kitchen to set the table, my girl hang on my bicep and let a finger run down the center of my pecs. “Aww you’re so mean, he just wants to hang out with his champion big brother on the day he won the game.” I just smirked, ‘Whatever, he’s going downstairs and we’re going up, i’ll show you how a real champion behaves.’ I gave her a pat on the backside and pushed her upstairs to get read for me.
As I followed her upstairs I couldn’t hear the sound of cutlery or plates from the kitchen ‘hey! that table better be set in an hour!’ i yelled into the kitchen, ‘don’t worry big bro, it will be’ came his high pitched reply. Good i thought, as I headed up to claim my prize.