Page 38 of Gamebreaker

It did not work.

The first round was a disaster. I drew what was clearly, obviously, a car, and Cam guessed everything from horse to table to abstract modern art.

"It's a CAR," I said, stabbing at my terrible drawing with the marker.

"How is that a car? It has four legs."

"Those are WHEELS."

"Wheels don't look like hooves."

"Oh, I'm sorry, do you want to draw? Please. Be my guest. Show me your superior artistic abilities."

"I could draw better with my eyes closed."

"Please try. I'm begging you. I would pay money to see that."

From across the room, Destiny was dying laughing. "Oh my God, they're actually worse together than apart. This is amazing."

"I'm filming this," Morgan announced, phone out. "This is going on the team group chat."

"Please don't," Cam said.

"Too late, Cap. You're already viral. Well, viral within our group of like twenty people, but still."

Mia was laughing so hard she'd collapsed on the couch. Laine stared knowingly back at me, as if to say: I told you so. I ignored her. Trish looked like she was trying to decide if she should intervene or let us destroy each other.

Isla just looked delighted.

"Time!" she called, and I threw the marker down in disgust.

"This is a nightmare."

"You drew a car that looked like a mutant dog," Cam said. "What did you expect?"

"I expected my partner to have basic object recognition skills."

"I have excellent object recognition skills. Your drawing skills are just criminally bad."

"Then you draw next round."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Y'all are aware this is supposed to be fun, right?" Alex called out, munching on another appetizer. "Like, recreational activity? Not gladiatorial combat?"

"Everything is gladiatorial combat if you try hard enough," I said.

"That explains so much about you," Cam muttered.

My head whipped in her direction, curls bouncing. “What was that?"

"Nothing."

"No, don’t back down now. Say it with your chest, Captain.”

"I just think what you said explains your entire personality."