The question! Oh! The question!

Timothy looked in to those beautiful, slightly bloodshot from drug use eyes, and felt his heart pounding in his chest. He got down on one knee. He tried to speak in a manly voice as he said;
'Yolanda. Yolanda!"
Suddenly Timothy burst into tears, his courage waning. Come on son, do it, he thought to himself.
"Yolanda... Do you by any chance know of a game called... Backgammon?"
The look that Yolanda gave Timothy was so strange that Timothy felt compelled to run away right there. But he stayed put. What a trooper. Even though his knee was starting to hurt as it was forced into the cold wooden floor. (Timothy bruised easily)
"Yes, Timothy. I once played the game you call Backgammon," replied Yolanda in a nostalgic voice, "but back in those days, we called it.... 'MOOOOO!'."
Timothy looked up and saw sadness in those deep green eyes. "Oh?"
"Yes," replied Yolanda, "because once before we played Backgammon we each drunk 8 bottles of Lift Plus each, and the only word we could say was 'MOOOOO!'. I was the national champion of 'MOOOOO!' 4 years running. So, you could say I've heard of Backgammon. But, the sport burnt me. It wasn't fufilling enough. I wanted power, and all I got was a small trophy with my name spelt wrongly on it. I gave up all that years ago. Ok, months ago. Ok, last week."
Timothy stood up, a fresh purple bruise welling on his knee. He didn't know what to say. His freshly ironed Davenport boxers were chafing.
"So, do you want a game?" said Yolanda. And Timothy went inside her house. He walked rather funnily though. A bruised knee hurts!

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