you lost

you have no mechs and get beat to every ball

you're 1400 nemu

sad ass cas player talks ♥♥♥♥ with negative skill lmfao go outside

rent free

I'm at a bar when I see beez across the room. Our eyes lock. "I got it!" I whisper to myself. I walk over, nerves kicking in. "Defending..." I mutter, shielding my confidence from crumbling. I make my move. "Nice shot!" you say, impressed by my smooth introduction. "Thanks!" I reply with a smirk. We start talking, laughing, the synergy is undeniable. You spill your drink. "Whoops!" you giggle. I grab a napkin. "What a save!" you joke. "No problem." I say, playing along. A few drinks later, the tension builds. I lean in, brushing your hand. "Centering..." I whisper. You smile. "Go for it!" We leave the bar together. The door shuts behind us at my place. The energy is Electroshock. You push me against the wall. "Oops!" I say as we stumble into the bedroom. Moments later, the event reaches its peak. "Take the shot!" I encourage. You don’t hesitate. "Great shot!" I gasp. Lying there afterward, we catch our breath. I turn to you, grinning. "Well played." You smirk. "Rematch?"