paradisalogs | [Closed] Video games, go!

He might not be able to handle that. If he got that excited over a little butt rubbing, she could only imagine if she got to put her hands all over the rest of him.

Nope. No thinking like that. Nooooope.

Too late.

A dilemma indeed. She may very well be correct. A simple neck massage, then. If he won.

If he won.

IF. But they weren't making a bet this evening. "Fire it up. Are you thirsty?"

"Always. Why, you got something tasty you're hiding from me?" She went over and clicked the console on, throwing herself on the couch and getting comfy.

That gave him pause. Water? He had water? Or maybe coffee? "No. I spoke too soon, I guess. Did you want me to get something?"

"Chill, Kittmeister. Get over here and prepare to get your butt whupped."

Thank goodness she wasn't sending him out for alcohol again. He lingered long enough to get himself a glass of water, figuring he'd share if need be. All that was left was to get his butt whupped - or not.

"I've been practicing. It won't be so easy for you this time."

"A day of practice isn't going to make up for years of me being a master. My game-fu is strong." She waited for him to get ready, bouncing in her seat.

"I learn quickly. I pick things up." Yeah, she'd see. Maybe not this evening, but eventually. Sometime soon.

Spawn and go, coming out shooting!

She settled in for an evening of games and banter, pleased to see that he was picking up quickly. She still beat him, but not nearly as badly as she had before. He was learning. And she was actually looking forward to when he'd be a challenge. That might have been a flutter of anticipation in her stomach at the thought.

He was gloating, despite the fact that he'd lost, all happy smiles and jazz hands and pointing in her face, his prior embarrassment completely forgotten.

"Next time. Next time! Did you see that? I was so close!" Maybe not next time. "With a little more practice, you're going to be in a world of trouble, Kenzi!"

She stuck her tongue out at him playfully, rolling her eyes and swatting at his hands. "Nuh uh, carface. You will be mine from now until the end of days. Muahahaha."

"In your dreams. Just don't be a sore loser when it happens. You might want to start practicing how to concede." In her face! Although being hers didn't sound half bad, either.

"Me? A sore loser? Not likely." Only totally yes. She'd attack him physically if he beat her, and get him to submit that way.

So win/win either way, then. "You're saying you won't need a good bribe?"

"A bribe, you say? Tell me more about this bribe."

"If you lose. A bribe to be a good loser. If you're a good loser, you won't need one." He looked over at her, a smile playing around the corners of his mouth. "But if you aren't, the I'll have to ply you with bribery gifts. Alcohol? Chocolate? You tell me what would work."

"Both of those sound good." Oh, he was catching on quick, he was. "Of course, you could be a lousy winner. Then what, huh?"

He threw her a look of mock disbelief. "It won't matter. I'll have won." Obviously. "I'll be sure to stock up on both."

"Oh ho... you're going to be a horrible winner, aren't you?"

What was it that they said? Payback was a bitch? No matter that there wasn't anything to pay back, as aside from bumps in the road he wasn't minding the whole losing thing. But if he won, he was going to enjoy it.

Smirk. "I'm rather fond of winning, let's say."

"Oh yeah? Then how about we change the game and find something you might be able to win at. And up the ante?" Kenzi was a betting girl... and this was too good to pass up.

"You're hilarious. You've also got a bet. What were you thinking?" Their friendship was going to consist of trying to outdo each other at every turn.

"Well, you suck at video games, so what are you good at, hmm?"

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