"Anyway, my point is," she went on, rolling her eyes as her cousin tended to her whiskey. "Some of us are just talented enough to get on the team easier than others. My reputation preceded me, you know. It's not my fault you can't fly worth a turd and you're mad about the fact that the captain likes me better. She's got impeccable taste, what can I say?"

Really, Alex didn't give two shits about Quodpot, or their team. Hell honestly, she didn't even like playing Quodpot. Borderline despised it. But she was far too drunk to do anything but berate her cousin, and she did know how much the game meant to her and the rest of her teammates. They were all such a bunch of twits.

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