A catchy commercial jingle brought Janna's attention back to the television, and when she realized the tournament was temporarily on hold she turned to her brother. "You want anything from the vending machine?"

Bright green eyes turned to meet her own turquoise ones, and her brother grinned. "I could go for a soda. You want anything?"

Janna nodded and turned to rummage in her bag for her wallet. "Yeah, a water bottle for me, lemme just-"