The Ludicrous Escapade Pt.3

Empty Wallets, Empty Torsos

Foo was almost knocked back as she caught the ball, shocked by the aggressiveness in the throw.

Jolyne decided to set up her list of terms and conditions, "Rules are that you can't move from that spot. If you shout or move one spot from that step, the bet is off. As for the timing of the speed of our throws, no voicing of opinions from you."

"Good! So it's begun already, then..." A faint smile crossed Miraschon's face. "Of course, All I'll do is sit here with my arms crossed. If the ball even touches the ground slightly, I win. But what do you mean by timing. If you have the ball in your hand for minutes, it won't really be a game of catch."

"Within ten seconds." Clarified the Cujoh.

"Good." Miraschon took a seat next to you on the bench.

You watched the ball go back and forth, basically hugging the cup of water so Foo wouldn't worry about it.

Everything was all fine and dandy until the 97th throw. As Foo tossed the ball, a basketball missing the hoop knocked Jolyne on the head.

"Hey! Jolyne! The ball's already gone to you!" Hermès was worried her friend wouldn't make it in time.

Jolyne thought quickly, using her string to wrap around the leg of the bench to tug herself forward. She crashed into it pretty hard, but the ball was safe in her glove.

The basketball player retrieve her ball, "Sorry... but it's not my fault you ran into that bench." You glanced over at Miraschon. The accident had seemed almost planned. Had the gambler bribed the other prisoner?

Jolyne didn't respond to her and just tossed it back to Foo, who let out a relieved sigh, "Sorry 'bout that. I didn't realize that a basketball would hit you."

"It's all right." Jolyne raised her gloved hand above her head, "Just throw the next one."

"Yeah!" Cheered Foo, jumping into the air as she made the final catch. "We did it! How 'bout that, Huh? We didn't drop it a single time!"

"Not too shabby!" Hermès held a hand out toward Miraschon. "We'll be taking the one hundred dollars now."

"But she made the bet with F.F. and Jolyne." You handed the cup back over to the plankton, letting her chug some down before she gave it back, "So wouldn't that make it two hundred?"

"Yeah, it does!" The Costello eagerly agreed.

Foo tossed the ball up in the air, feeling a lot more confident. "Heh... I'm thinking I could do it another hundred times."

Miraschon held out the roll of two hundred bucks, "I'm willing to bet that you can't do it another hundred times for one thousand dollars."

Jolyne took off her glove, "We just won that game, but to be completely honest, there's something I don't like about you."

Miraschon leaned against a trashcan. "Are you saying I did something? It's true a basketball hit you, but do you think they're my friends or something? That I'm cheating? Cheating isn't part of the game... but things are bound to happen during one."

Jolyne didn't believe her, "Oh really?" She tossed the glove over to Foo. "Anyway, it's over. If you want to bet, do it somewhere else."

Hermès flipped through the bills that had just been won. "I'll do it instead. But you better be able to pay up one thousand dollars exactly!"

"Good!" Miraschon could tell her plan was going smoothly. At this rate she'd find that Stand disc for Whitesnake in no time.

"Hermès..." You walked over to her, having passed the cup over to Jolyne. "I know we need the money, but it's getting kind of late. We'll probably be called in soon. And she's definitely going to cheat in some way to try and win this bet."