It was a rare weekend.
Zeke Quincy and his uncle, Tanner Sinclair, were in the game room, each at a computer, wreaking havoc in-game.
The background music and Skill sound effects from the online game *War of Glory* were loud enough to give anyone a headache.
Zeke Quincy was shouting nonstop, his face and neck flushed with excitement.
"Uncle, hurry, hurry, hurry—"
"Fuck, where's the healer? I'm about to die—"
"Tank, do you even know how to fucking play? Hold aggro! I'm about to pull it!"
Jean Quincy had to shout twice from the doorway before Zeke Quincy finally spared a glance for the two girls standing there.
"Why is it either a school uniform or a tracksuit?" Zeke Quincy complained.
Tanner Sinclair turned around too, pursing his lips. "Jean, you have to take our little niece out and buy her a bunch of new clothes today!"
Jean Quincy rolled her eyes. 'Why am I getting blamed for Aurora Sinclair not having any clothes or makeup?'
