Hotshot vs. Tank

Chance grins and shakes his head, following suit with popping a couple more candies into his mouth and cringing as if someone had just hit him upside the head. Once he can open his eyes again, he tries not to laugh. There wasn't much he could think of for the winner.

"Loser has to clean the dishes for a week," he concludes. Clearing his throat, he tucks the candies into his cheek, motioning Destiny to continue.


Kyle laughs and doesn't let Alice go, continuing his little march around the room. He does heed her warning though as a sheepish grin escapes, even though from her angle, she couldn't see it. Shifting his hands around to a more "suitable" position, he finally stops and cranes his neck to see back behind him where Alice's head was still hanging. "Oh alright... I guess I can let you down."

Pulling her back down in front of him so they were face to face, his hands were around her waist, his eyes twinkling with energy-pumped humor. Breathing heavily from his own antics, another laugh escapes. "With you fighting to get down, that's quite a workout. We should do this more often."


Hearing Karla's belch, Joel and Kip both come to a screeching halt and stare at her. Kip's eyes are wide until finally a smile comes and he offers a high-five. "Yeah!"

Joel laughs and immediately guzzles another several mouthfuls of pop.


Most of the noise around Con is hard for him to distinguish, but his good ear does pick up the sound of Katie's teasing calls for help. Leaning back in his chair, he tries to see what was going on. Throwing Jamie a grin, he stands up. "Be right back."

Coming up behind Jason, he puts a finger to his lips for Katie not to tell him. Though Jason is moving around a lot, Con manages to get a hold of Katie and slip her right off of Jason's shoulder. His own laughter joins in with the others as he easily holds Katie. "Hey there, little sister, looks like you need some help."

Jason whirls around and sets his hands on his hips, though he can't even pretend to be mad - it was way too funny. "Tell me you did not just steal my girl."

Rocky cups his hands over his mouth, mimicking a loudspeaker. "And tonight, ladies and gentlemen, Hotshot and Tank go head to head in a match of all matches!"

Having moved so smoothly behind the tables, no one seemed to have notice Axel had gotten up and was now standing behind Con. Peeking around the big man at Jason, he winks. Moving back into position, he reveals a handful of ice. And without hesitating, the ice is deposited down the back of Con's shirt.

Con's eyes go wide as the cold hits his back and he lets out something close to a wail, though later, Jason would describe it as the sound of a dying water buffalo. Doing his own little spin around to try and get the ice out of his shirt, Con's armful of Katie moves with him. Jason takes advantage of Con's precarious position, before anyone knew what was happening, Katie had been tossed back into Jason's arms.

Holding onto her tightly, Jason was grinning ear to ear. "Long time no see." Leaning in, he presses his lips to hers, not waiting for permission.

"Wooee!" Mike calls. "I think Hotshot just won, Con!"

Con is still fighting with the ice and manages to get all the pieces out of his shirt, but by that time, Jason is too far gone to even try going after. Laughter sparkles in his eyes as he watches two of his best friends. This was a good night... a fun night... a much-needed getaway from the daily grind.