Luke wins!

Jessie stared at the results of the bet in disbelief and frustration.

84. She was so. Goddamn. Close.

"And with that, I win." Luke gave an over pronounced bow, as if he had just given an award-winning performance.

Jessie's face was in her hands. She had lost. It probably wouldn't been as bad of the score so tantalizingly close. That made the whole affair even worse.

"Okay, you won," Jessie conceded. "What do I have to do?"

Luke stopped and thought for a moment, then smiled. "I've got just the thing."

Jessie groaned in frustration. "I'm gonna hate this, aren't I?"

Luke chuckled. "Most definitely!"

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. What do I have to do for you?"

"Lemme think for a minute," Luke replied. He stood for about a minute, then suddenly said "I got it!"

"Well, let's hear it," Jessie demanded.