The damage was worse than he'd expected. Otis so ordinary, could he really provoke that much of a reaction? After splashing cool water on their faces to calm down, they both collapsed onto the sofa. Otis got up, fetched his laptop from the bedroom, and set it on the coffee table. The video file had already finished exporting. He opened it and frowned at the file size: twenty gigabytes. A little smaller than he'd feared.
They fell silent as if nothing odd had happened. Otis called to Mei. "Mei, come see the footage from last night."
Mei answered with a soft "Oh" and eased herself beside him, propping her chin in both hands to study the black laptop casing. "This'll prove whether it was your fault or mine," she said, leaning forward.
Otis sounded supremely confident. "One hundred percent your fault," he declared. "Absolutely not mine. You should start preparing to lose. When I win, I'm going to boss you around properly."
