It was starting to get late and the house was starting to quiet down as the weekend slowly crawled a close. Most would be preparing for the upcoming week, Ellie was busying herself downstairs cooking premade dinners that the girls could heat up and take with them, rather than spending money at the office cafeteria for Mel, or the college lunch hall for Sherri. In truth it was one of those calm Sundays that were perfect for doing the bare minimum.

Yet Sherri was pumped, she had her couch setup primed and ready for an evening of gaming in World of Warcraft, her ears perked and attentive as she set up her mic stand oh so perfectly. It was summer so instead of a hot cup of tea she had made herself a little green tea and honey slushie, which is actually quite the treat if a guest was ever so inclined to try.

They were picking up on where they left off yesterday Mythic Imonar, one of the real bosses of Antorus, he was considered the start of the challenge that was Mythic Raiding in 7.3. Sherri sipped her drink and moused over to the other screen preparing her epic metal ballad. “I’m ready, to be clear we’re popping Time Warp on Phase 3 for the final push?” Before she could hear the answer a pudgy Doberman tapped against her ear.

Mel rest her hands upon her hips and grinned down at her little sister, masking her disapproval. World of Warcraft was a game for nerds, dorks, social introverts, it wasn’t that Mel disliked games, it was that WoW didn’t seem to be a high caliber game. Now men who could play Doom 4 on Nightmare, or even Ultra Nightmare, those were the guys worth fucking. “Hey, Squirt.” Sherri trembled and looked up to see her big sister Mel standing over her. “Mom said it’s time for dinner, she made fried chicken!”