Christina

“I think she just did,” you say, “and maybe it’s time you got a taste of your own medicine, Charmaine. Maybe then you’ll have a little more empathy for all the guys you’ve shot down,” you say.

“But I didn’t mean anything sexual by it,” Charmaine says, protesting. It falls on deaf ears. You’re already leaving with Christina.

“Ouch, that was rough. You couldn’t have gone easier on her?” Christina says, bouncing the ping pong ball on the table. There are a few others in the lounge, working, chatting, whiling away the time.

“Not as rough as the treatment you’re about to get,” you say all cockily, but secretly, you’re feeling a little nervous. You’ve seen her dumpster everyone else that she’s played against, and with the way that she’s bouncing that ball off her paddle now? There’s got to have been hours of practice put into that slice technique.

The serve comes with an edge that you’re not expecting, some hard spin that makes your return shot land awkwardly on the table. With a high and clear shot open to her, Christina smashes the ball, and your deflection causes the ball to fly wide across the lounge, hitting some poor soul in the head. He looks up from his computer, gives you an angry glare and the finger, and keeps working on what looks like a computer science project.

“You’re getting that ball, ‘cause you hit it,” Christina says, but you refuse.

“You’re closer to it,” you say. “Why won't you? Are you scared of handling some balls?”

“Grow a pair of your own,” Christina snorts, though she heads off to pick the ball up.

The game proceeds quickly - she’s clearly a better player than you, though you manage to not completely destroyed in the process. Before long, the game’s at match point, and you’re down four or five.

“This is what you get for talking shit,” Christina says, firing off another impressive serve. You place it deep, and she responds in kind, the two of you setting up a long rally.

“Fuck you,” she yells as you play the ball onto the side edge, causing the ball to fly off to the side.

“Not yet, you’ve still got to pick up my ball first,” you retort.

“Ah fuck it, I’m too lazy. Let’s just call it a tie,” Christina says, dropping the paddle on the table. “I’m going to head up to my room, pregame for the frat party tonight. Want to come with?”

What are your plans for the rest of the night?

Christina +8
Charmaine -8