"Well, when the shoe fits..." Freddie smirked a little and retaliated against the attack on the pawn by attacking one of Sergievsky's.

He tried to focus on the game, but there was a nagging question that had been haunting him since he had talked to Lex in the bathroom. "So tell me. Have your skills deteriorated enough that you're losing to bald fanboys? Or were you just humoring him?" Honestly, he hoped it was the second option, because then he might not actually have anyone to play against, which would be disappointing. As much as he hated the Russian, he enjoyed the game.