"You're serious. -Hell, why not?" She holds up her fist, grinning at him toothily. "But just know you're not winning."
Rock. Paper. Scissors.
When her fist comes down for the last time, it turns into her hand held flat. Paper. From her experience, most people tend to stick to rock right off the bat. It's a safe bet.
Rabbit would be laughing at them right now. Two adults standing in the bullpen playing rock-paper-scissors like a couple of little league kids trying to solve batting order.
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"You're serious. -Hell, why not?" She holds up her fist, grinning at him toothily. "But just know you're not winning."
Rock. Paper. Scissors.
When her fist comes down for the last time, it turns into her hand held flat. Paper. From her experience, most people tend to stick to rock right off the bat. It's a safe bet.
Rabbit would be laughing at them right now. Two adults standing in the bullpen playing rock-paper-scissors like a couple of little league kids trying to solve batting order.
Good thing she never played when she was younger.