The football players were having a party the same time the Exy players where, so, the two parties ended up combining, for better or worse…
Some how, Kevin found himself talking to a football jock. Tall, buff, probably called Chad, caucasian.
Chad’s like “what’s the deal with girls being on your team? Isn’t your sport, like, super violent?”
“All genders play Exy together, that’s how the game was created” says Kevin.
“Yeah, but, like, you don’t know that.”
Kevin just… blinks at him and goes “I’m sorry?”
“You can’t actually know for sure that’s how the guys who made Exy wrote the original rules, man, people probably just put girls in with the boys so that-”
He stops, because Kevin’s face has gone purple.
“Idon’t know?” Kevin says. “I don’t know? I don’t know?”
Nicky’s being listening in the whole time and now he feels like he needs to get everyone to an underground bunker.
Chad’s laughing like “dude, calm the fuck down.”
“You’re saying that I have no idea what the intention of the creators were even though one of them was my own mother?”
Chad stares at him blankly. Then says, “your mom created Exy?”
Nicky grabs Aaron by the arm and drags him under the nearest table, just as Kevin explodes.
“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO THE HELL YOU’VE BEEN TALKING TO? DOES IT NOT OCCURE TO YOU THAT I HAVE A BIG-ASS CHESS PIECE TATTOOED ON MY FACE?”
“What the fuck do I care about some dumb tat?”
“ARE YOU SAYING YOU DON’T KNOW WHO I AM?”
“Should I?”
Kevin picks up the nearest bottle and smashes it over his head.