Eddie Scrudge's nostrils flared as he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, the multi-colored lights on the Christmas tree reflecting in his lenses. A scowl had scrawled itself across his face as his eyes gazed at the dismal dance before him. His ugly, sweatered friends were laughing jovially as they followed the silly pantomime of Just Dance 2014, completely oblivious to the inaccuracies of the Kinect's motion-detection.
"C'mon, Eddie!" shouted Katrin, as Mark waved his hands before the electric eye, loading up the Ghostbusters theme. "You know the song, right?"
Eddie's lip curled and he shook his head. "No thanks," he objected. "I only play good games." Katrin's brow furrowed, confused and a bit insulted. Her fingers fidgeted, foot tapping as Mark sighed and shook his head.
"Well, what would you like to play?" she asked. "Mark has the new Call of Duty." She looked over her shoulder to the stack of games beside the entertainment center, all a testament to how far this generation of consoles had fallen. Oh, for the days of Baldur's Gate, to a time when Final Fantasy was actually good and Mario wasn't just for kids!
"If there's anything wrong with games today," Eddie snorted, "it's Call of Duty."
Katrin shrugged and looked at the stack of games, trying to pick one out of the pile. She wasn't really much of a gamer herself, only playing the latest craze of music and rhythm games. Her boyfriend, meanwhile, was a sucker for anything that could afford to grace the cover of Game Informer, marketing and pitching its way to a ten out of ten.
"Nah," Eddie said, shrugging. "I think I'll just head home." He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose once more, waving lazily as Katrin and Mark wished him off. The cold struck him like a flood as he left the warm, heated apartment. He trembled. His breath floated to the violet-toned sky as flakes gently drifted downward. Each step sunk into the crisp snow, crunching beneath his heel. It was the first Christmas in a long time that they'd had snow.