Page 53 of SIN Looks Good On Us!

"Read it and weep."

He stared at it like it was deceiving him. "That score lying."

I laughed. "So, the scoreboard is cheating now?"

"Absolutely."

"Or you just losing." I grabbed the puck.

He leaned across the table.

"Nobody's better than me at anything."

"It disagrees." I tapped the scoreboard.

He looked at the score. Then looked back at me and shrugged. "Best outta three."

I laughed so hard I almost dropped the puck.

"Sir, you are already losing."

"Temporary setback."

I laughed. "That's what losers say."

"Keep talking."

"I am."

He grabbed the puck and pointed it at me.

"Don't start crying when this scoreboard changes."

"Please." I folded my arms. "You couldn't beat me if I gave you a head start."

"A’ight."

Five minutes later, I stared at the scoreboard in disbelief.

"Man…you was losing!"

He rested both hands on the edge of the table with the biggest grin on his face.

"Keyword..." He pointed at the scoreboard. "Was."

I sucked my teeth.

"You got lucky."

"Luck had nothing to do with it."

I pointed a finger at him. "Run it back."

He laughed.

"Nah."

"Scared?"