Argument about the decision

"Safe!" Fiona exlaims loudly, her voice full of challenge, as she stands up and begins to dust herself off.

"What!?! You were clearly out", you cry without thinking. There hasn't been an umpire all game, the decisions have all been so clear cut it has been irrelevant.

Both teams are gathering around to see what the decision is going to be. "Your foot wasn't on the base, so I'm safe" Fiona states firmly again, hands on hips fire in her eyes. "That's crap, my foot was on the base, you're out the run doesn't score and we win.” She might be hot but you're not just going to roll over when you know you are right.

"Well we're going to have settle this another way then aren't we?" Fiona says. "What did you have in mind" you ask, several people start rummaging around for a coin. "Forget luck, I'll fight you for the decision." Now that you didn't expect, there is a couple of guffaws from the gathered crowd but some of the girls that seem to know Fiona have growing smiles.

"You can't be serious?"

"I am, unless of course you've decided I was right after all?"

Why the hell is she winding you up you wonder? I mean you would cream her if you could actually bring yourself to try, the whole idea is preposterous. "Its alright, you can hit me if you think you can, first to have both shoulders on the ground loses."

You hear a girl muttering to a friend something about Fiona being a box-a-cise instructor.