Chapter 35-Part 5

The hours went by as he continued to win at every cabinet, and my frustration grew.

We arrive at one we haven't tried before: a dance game, where a crowd was already outside.

I was pretty decent with movements and rhythm, so I was sure this is the one for me.

"Outta the way!"

A purple haired buzzcut punk had cut in line.

"Yo. The line starts all the way back there.", Tsundere-kun calls out to him, pointing to the back.

"Ain't no one asked ya, girlie.", he responds.

An anger vein pops in the back of Tsundere-kun's head.

"Who do you think you are!?", he shouts.

"I am the king of the dance floor. I practically run this joint, so if you'll scooch a little back, yeah, like a little ALL THE WAY back, to like the end, that'll be great. Ok, thanks.", the punk says to Tsundere-kun.

"Oh, really? I bet I can dethrone you.", Tsundere-kun retorts.

"First of all, there is no place on Earth that makes thrones in your size with that gigantic rear of yours, and second, a girl? Besting ME? Come on. I never lost even once. What makes you so different?", he says, laughing like a drunk hyena.

Another vein pops, with Tsundere-kun's face reddening.

"I'll make you a deal. If you lose to this 'girl', you give up from ever showing your face here again.", Tsundere-kun says to him, maintaining his composure.

The punk rubs his chin, intrigued at not only at the unwillingness of Tsundere-kun to back down, but at his proposal itself.

"And what if I win?", he asks.

"I will apologize, and donate my savings. It isn't a lot of money, but it's enough to pay for 5 whole days worth of games. Additionally, I will retire from being a gamer.", he says.

"Interesting. You're on...then off!", the punk says with a menacing grin.

(Sweetie, don't.), I mouth toward Tsundere-kun, worried about the stakes that was just raised.

(Relax, baka. I got this.), Tsundere-kun mouthed back, looking up at me, and giving a wink.

The two competitors step onto the dance table.