A challenge

As you were both perusing comics, talking about favorites, your flirty banter increased. You both also tried to show off a bit, commenting obscure knowledge when possible or playfully making fun of each others stated favorites.

When X-men came up, you both got into a discussion on who the most powerful in one on one fights would be. That’s when she stuck her tongue out at you, and said “you don’t know what you’re talking about. I bet you couldn’t even name 5 omega level mutants.”

“Oh yea?” You were pretty sure you easily could. “Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is, little hell puppy?”

She thinks for a moment, then says, “deal. You name 5, without getting a single one wrong, or I win. If I do, next date I get to dress you up in a cosplay of my choosing to join me in public.”

You gulp. You loved being in the arm of a hot cosplayer and by no means were embarrassed, but you didn’t know about doing it yourself, or what costume she had in mind. “Deal. But what do I get when I win?”

“Hmmm… how about a handie in the car?”

She threw that out so casually it took you by surprise, but that was a good insentive. “Deal!” You said excitedly, ready to list out and win.