Zack wins

While Heather’s butt-check hadn’t hurt Zack, it surprised him enough to **** him to turn his head away. He just shook his head with a smile and put an imaginary check on the scoreboard for Heather.

“OH YEAH! GO ME! WINNING!” Heather taunted her victim as she went to put her dish in the sink.

“Ya gotta admit it, dude: She got you good with that one. How you gonna get her back?” Kurt asked.

“Oh, I’m sure the perfect opportunity will present itself sooner or later,” Zack said confidently. He noticed that the sink was located right behind Heather’s seat and took a quick glimpse at the ass that had just been touching his face. He shook his head with a sigh. When Heather placed her plate in the sink, Zack saw his chance and pounced.

“Like right about…NOW!”

As he spoke, his hand grabbed the recently discarded bottle cap and flung it in Heather’s direction.

“Bishop shoots! HE SCORES!” Zack shouted as the cap hit its target in her right buttock.

“Aaack!” Heather shrieked.

Holding the pose, Zack flashed Heather the biggest grin he had ever smiled as Kurt whistled the duel music from “The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly” and everyone else waited for her reaction.

Knowing that she had been beat, Heather walked over to the table, picked up her napkin, and waved it in the air for a few seconds. However, she would not go down without a parting shot and threw the napkin at Zack.

“THE WILDCATS WIN! THE WILDCATS WIN THE TITLE IN OT ON ZACK BISHOP’S ONE-TIMER!” Zack repeated the final radio call from his team’s championship game as his victory chant. Heather shook her head in disbelief and walked out of the room with her wine glass in hand.