Looking comically offended, Alex pressed her open palm to her chest. "Excuse me? I'm the best player that your joke of a team has! My father," she paused to hiccup, "was almost a professional. If it hadn't been for my slut of a mother screwing everything up. I've got extremely talented blood, but I guess the talent skipped you, Danielle."

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"Sure, if you're delusional," Dani laughed abrasively. "That's about the dumbest thing I've ever heard," she smacked her knee then snuck another sip of whiskey. "Damn Alex, I might think you were funny."

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"Anyway, my point is," she went on, rolling her eyes as her cousin tended to her whiskey. "Some of us are just talented enough to get on the team easier than others. My reputation preceded me, you know. It's not my fault you can't fly worth a turd and you're mad about the fact that the captain likes me better. She's got impeccable taste, what can I say?"

Really, Alex didn't give two shits about Quodpot, or their team. Hell honestly, she didn't even like playing Quodpot. Borderline despised it. But she was far too drunk to do anything but berate her cousin, and she did know how much the game meant to her and the rest of her teammates. They were all such a bunch of twits.

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