"As a matter of fact, I did." I crossed my arms behind my back and started circling him, trying to intimidate him as he has to me in the past.
"Alright babe. Whaddya want? I'm a pretty busy guy." He chuckled as he crossed his arms. "Oh yeah, clearly." I sarcastically mumbled as I rolled my eyes. "No, no. You see Anti, I would like to play a game." I continued circling him. "Who the hell are you? Jigsaw? Where is the needle pit? I wanna go for a swim." He poorly joked. "No, let me speak. I want to play a game with you. If I-"
"Strip poker?" He interrupted. "No, but if I-" "Strip pong?" "No, let me fini-" "Seven minutes in heaven?" "No! Can you let me fucking finish?" I shouted, not taking notice we are still in the bathroom of a hospital. "Ugh, fine. Whatever, continue."
"Thank you. I would like to play a game..." "Yeah... I got that... you don't have to say it three times..." He interrupted with a mumble, yet again. I'm close to giving up, but I think he knows what I want. He is just trying to piss me off so I leave him alone. I'm not going to give up without a fight.
"You, me. Video game. If I win, you let me be happy with Sean. Before you made him get hit by a car." I pointed in his face. Sean did not deserve any of this. If anyone, it should have been me getting hit by that car. I have been the one at fault, Jack should not have to suffer for it. "Hm. Interesting." Anti hummed. He started to tap his right pointer on his bottom lip as he kept his left hand crossed between his torso and right arm. "So then, what happens if I win? What do I get?" He pointed back at me. That is a good point, what would he get? What do I have to offer him, and what could he possibly want from me? "Well, that depends." I took a step back from him and crossed my own arms. My gaze went from his face to the floor. What could I give up to him? Certainly not Jack. I could never gamble him, he, is the reason I'm fighting. I leaned against the sink as I continued to look down at the floor tiles between myself and Anti, and I saw his feet move back. I looked up to him to see he had mirrored my actions, but leaning against the opposite bathroom wall, arms crossed, one foot to the wall. "If I'm aloud to speak, may I make a suggestion?" He remarked, being the smart-ass I know he is. "What." I impatiently snapped.
"My I suggest winning you?"
'Winning me'? What does that mean? "What do you mean, 'win me'?" I questioned.
"I want you as my prize. If you win, you get a fully functional wittle baby Sean back and live happily ever after. But... If I win..." He started circling me again. God I hate it when he does that.
"I get to do what I want with you." He whispered in my left ear before standing in front of me. "Do we have a deal?" He held out his right hand. I went to reach for it, when a question crossed my mind. I asked, "What would you do with me?"
"Meh," he shrugged, "maybe we could have a little fun, or I could just kill you on the spot." He stuck his hand back out.
"Deal? Or no?" He asked me again.
At this point, I only have Jack to lose, but I know he could survive without me...
Game on Anti.
"Deal." I shook his hand firmly.