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She took back every nice thing she said about you, shrunken head.
So while Curtis was busy being slightly emotionally compromised by the words of a shrunken head, Sadie was preoccupied with scowling at it and the remaining two pins that were now being knocked over by the mechanism to reset for Curtis' turn. "I don't need anyone backseat flying what I'm doing," she grumbled, her competitive spirit getting the best of her and making her more snappy that was necessary. She had underestimated him and had anticipated this to be a cake walk...and Sadie loathed being wrong and proven wrong while wearing a charming smirk. It was firing her up and causing her jaw to clench for all the wrong (...and some of the right) reasons. "If I want your assistance...I'll ask for it."
She did not exactly shoot dagger eyes at him, but she was glaring a fair bit and checking out those missing buttons on his shirt far more than she should be and wetting her lips for no other reason than she was trying not to gnaw on her lower lip all while willing the shrunken head to be in her court and fumble his next few tosses. Betrayed again though, it would seem, as he got not one but two strikes in a row. The math was easy enough to do and she really needed the peanut gallery that were the rest of the shrunken heads to knock it off because their commentary was entirely unnecessary now.
"Yeah yeah yeah," she replied rather haughtily, her entire girlish demenor all but fading away as the pre match kickboxer, or the student studying for the top seat in the class and department, manifested itself. Her brown eyes were dangerously focused and her entire posture tightened to show off her curves and fitness regime. Three strikes, she was aiming for three strikes to completely blow him away. She had landed a turkey before and she could and would do it again. The integrity of her word (and pride and sanity) was on the line.
Winding up for her first shot, the flirtatious bounce and flaunt stripped away from her stance, Sadie tossed the first head down the lane with an excessive amount of strength that sent pins flying backwards and sideways with a loud crack. The Ravenclaw performed a very satisfied little dance turned strut as she held up one finger to indicate her first strike. She refused to flick her eyes in Curtis' direction in favor of focus, another strike or a spare would put him away...and she wanted to see all those pin gone. Taking another moment longer to focus, she swung her arm back and released her head. Right down the center...the second strike within her grasp...
"Are you KIDDING me? This is some sort of bloody joke. It has to be!" she groaned, exasperated as not one...not two...but four pins remained. A Bucket. The Big Four. A 1.0% success rate for knocking them both down. "Rubbish. Absolute rubbish. Knew I should have used a different head. That one has been sassing me all afternoon." Yes, it was the head's fault and not her own. Her hot headedness would be her undoing seeing as, well, shrunken heads were little sass beasts but that didn't always mean that it was okay for others to sass their kin.
But had to go for it. She had to land this last through. She NEEDED that spare.
Selecting another head in a hurry to replace the other, Sadie marched back to her starting position and hastily took her centering breaths. Two more thick swallows later and she was gliding forwards, releasing, knocking the left side pins and nearly the perfect angle...nearly perfect because the pins did slide across the lane towards the other two but not in their direct path leaving two stranglers at the end of her turn.
189 to his 190.
It took a moment for her defeat to sink in and thus she stood there still in her post throw position for a prolonged few seconds before slowing straightening, tugging on her top a bit, and then stormed her way over to Curtis looking as though she were about to chew him out for foul play. Which had been something to cross her thoughts, the denial could be intense when she lost, but something more vivid and visceral took over instead. "Get up. We're going. We can have some ruddy pie at my flat."
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