The Bet

“There’s absolutely no way.”

The two friends and roommates sat at their usual booth at their regular bar. It was a weeknight ant therefore less crowded than usual. It was also winter break so the majority of their classmates had gone home for the semester. All of it lead to a quieter atmosphere than the pair was used too.

“You’ve never even played darts. Why do you think you’d be better than me?” Vivian said looking at her pale blonde roommate across from her.

“Because you’ve never played either and are the least athletic person I’ve ever met.” Madison fired back at her dark skinned roommate on the other side of the table.

“It’s darts. It’s all about aim and finesse. Those are skills I have.”

“Finesse is literally in the definition of athleticism. I am a student athlete. Ergo I’d be better.”

“Bitch you’re a backup on the worst volleyball team in the conference.”

“And you’re an actress! What’s athletic about that?”

“You’ve clearly never been cast as a chorus member in a musical. Try to get thru some of those dance numbers and we will see who’s in better shape.”

The pair laughed and took another swig of their drinks.

“Alright let’s play then see who’s better.” Madison said slamming her empty glass on the table.

“Ehhh” was Vivian’s response.

“What? You were just talking such a big game. Afraid of losing?”

“Bitch we’ve established that neither of us know the actual rules of the game.”

“So? Well just do closest to the bullseye.”

“Too easy. I’ll wipe the floor with you.”

“Well then let’s bet on it.”

“Now you have my interest.” The black girl perked up leaning in. The two friends were always making stupid bets on things. The duos competitive nature was one of the reasons they had become fast friends.

“How bout loser buys the next round?”

“Lame.”

“Money then?”

“Bitch we’re both broke you know that.”

“Fair…” Madison pondered for a minute. “Loser flashes the bartender?”

“Isaac has seen our tits enough.” Vivian laughed.

“Again fair…” the blonde sighed and brushed her hair back over her shoulder. “I don’t see you coming up with anything.”

“Oh I’ve got something.” There was a mischievous glint in her eye. Madison knew it well. It meant her friend was about to suggest something crazy.

“Well then? Fire away.”

“Loser has to streak the quad.”