Beads of sweat were forming on the brunette’s forehead as she stared at the chess pieces on the board with her eyebrows knitted in concentration. For the past five minutes, she had already drunk two bottles of beer while the raven had not drunk one yet. She felt stupid for even suggesting to make it a drinking game in the first place.
“Checkmate,” Ghrae blankly said after placing her queen piece vertically three boxes away from Coley’s king piece.
“What? How the—” The brunette did not even bother finish her sentence as she realized that she was an i***t for putting her king piece on the corner of the board.
The brunette buried her palms on her face as a muffle groan of frustration could be heard in the whole room. When she removed her hands, she caught the raven staring at her
