Taylor stood in the kitchen and stared into the living room. She was going to stab something. Someone. And soon.

"Hey Swifty, grab me another beer?" Steve called from the couch.

"Get one yourself," Taylor snapped.

"Tim, your girlfriend is being rude," Steve said.

"Play nice, honey," Tim said, barely looking up from staring at Sydney

"That's a great idea," Steve said, "Let's play for it."

"What do you mean?" Taylor asked, cautiously. Her Spidey-senses started to tingle.

"I mean we play a game and whoever loses gets the other person beers for the rest of the day," Steve said.

Taylor didn't even blink. "Name your game," she said. Taylor...