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Astan.... lets try this again
((Well thanks anyway))"Ok" she said giving it a go but the puck went over to the left and not far enough. Even if it had gone straight it wouldn't have reached the board.
He smiles and laughed at her teasingly, hit it slowly, not wanting to beat her. It also went out of the line.
She glared at him teasingly when he laughed at her "just wait until i kick your but then we'll see who's laughing" she said, hitting the neck puck, it went straight but too far.
He shook his head in mock disbelief. "I won't mind legs of beautiful girl on my butts, kicking them." he said, hitting it straight to the highest points.
She tried not to smile at his remark "well maybe if you showed me how to do it" she suggested, lining up for another hit.
He literally swells up from inside get to her back. "Let me show you." he said, traveling his hands over her, her back pressed against his hard. He lowered his head, to get a better look, accidentally brushing cheeks against her. "Like this." he said, hitting it softly, taking a precised aim.
She beamed as the puck slid across the floor and landed on ok point. "See look a can do it" she said with excitement, turning to Ozzie but noticing that he was still standing with her, her back to his chest. It felt so natural to be with him like this but it still made her cheeks slightly warm.
His face lit up at her excitement and he can see the little flush on her cheeks at their proximity. He nodded and pull away a little, to give her some space. "Yeah you can,.now ready for a match ?"
"Ready to get your but kicked?" She answered back, running up and collecting the pucks.
He laughed, "Yeah, ready to kick some ass, beautiful one." he winks at her.
She beamed at his comment. It wasn't like a dad 'hey beautiful' dad's had to say that, it was more like he was calling her beautiful because it was true. Not that she was sure it was "whatever" she said with a small laugh "you go first"
He took his stick in his hand and hit it softly, making it to go into one of the middle score range box. "Your turn my beautiful friend."
She lined her hit up and imagined his arms around her again, hitting the puck gently. It landed on a score just below his "just getting ready for one of those dramatic underdog wins" she told him with a smile.
He winks, "It's not easy to defeat a born champion Amber, I'm a pro " he joked and hit another puck, which almost went out of the line.
She laughed and hit her second puck. This time it went a little lower than her last one "damn" she whispered
"Seems you're doing it on purpose." he said, since her performance was bad, if he was doing bad too. He get on the line and willingly hit a bad shot, so his puck went out of the line.
"Just because your not doing as well as you normally do" she teased, hitting the next puck. It slid along the ground and landed on a fairly high score. She smiled, proud of herself.
He smiles, "I'm just not in my good form." he lied, paying the person money and led her to air hockey table.
She took a hitter "i'm not any good at this game either" she said, bitting her lip "but at least i know it i guess"
"I'm a pro, I'll be your tutor." he joked and took another hitter, hitting the small puck towards her.
She laughed "thats what you said about the last game and i won" she teased, hitting the puck back hard.
He hit the puck back and smirks, "Yeah I was just out of form in that and you are lucky either."
"Out of form?" She asked "thats you excuse?" She hit the puck back and it bounced back to her and she hit it at him again.
"Yeah that's my excuse for getting my ass beaten." he joked, returning her few hits, and than let the puck entered his side hole willingly.
She looked at him, unconvinced it was a goal "hey you let that go in" she complained, getting ready for his serve
He raised his brows, "And why do you think I let that happen, what if it was too fast to serve back." he said hitting it softly towards her.
She raised her eyebrows at him "you could use that excuse but i wouldn't be totally convinced" she said, hitting it back.
He hit it back towards her and grins, "And what about when my puck went out of line in shuffleboard ?" said, pointing that he lost that too intentionally.
Her mouth fell open and she looked at him in disbelief "what? I want a proper rematch" she said with a little playfulness. She was so busy accusing him that the puck slipped into the hole.
He shook his head in mock disbelief, "You knows it too Amber, plus winner is winner, unless the loser wants a rematch." He smiles, waiting for her to serve.
"But you LET me win" she complained, serving the puck with a smile. She hated winning by default but had to admit that it was really sweet of him.
"Yeah because I am selfish, and my selfish side wanted to see this beautiful smile of yours." he winks and served back the puck.
She blushed lightly "but my selfish side wants to see if i can win against a pro" she said, hitting it back and still smiling.
"You can win, if you concentrate on it." he said softly, returning her service, and than it went in his hole on the return.
"If I concentrate on winning or if YOU concentrate on letting me win and it looking like i really won?" She asked, smiling as the puck went in.
"Both ways, you can win in that sense." he said to her, as he saw the score, which was 19-19. "Last point huh ?"
"Yep its on" she said with a small laugh. She had never really been the overly competitive type. ((Gtg night))
"Yeah this time I'm gonna win." he said and served her real hard, grinning at her.
She hit it back hard, making sure it didn't bounce into her hole.
He hit it back, but than wasn't been able to hit back the next serve. "Guess you' keeps on kicking my ass."
"I will if you keep playing like this" she teased, hitting it towards him with a cheeky smile.
Puck entered his side and he lost it, "It's my lucky night." he said in mock sarcasm, and drops the hitter. "Anything else ? I would love a paintball fight.. "
She beamed as the puck got through his defences and the last point was hers "a paintball fight?" She asked, putting down the hitter and walking over to him "but won't it ruin my clothes?"
He smiles seeing her this much happy, "That's why I'm not suggesting it miss Amber. otherwise I would love to, maybe some other time."
"Yeah, next time i won't wear something so new" she said with a smile, checking the time on her phone "i should actually probably be getting back now" she told him sadly
His smile dropped a little but he quickly hid it and took her hand in his. "Ok, I'll drop you, I'll see your house too." he said in a hopeful tone, paying the money.
"Ohh I'll explain." he said and gives her the stick with the shoe shaped bottom. "You have to push these..." he showed her the puck, "To the score areas..." he said, pointing towards the long narrow end.