"Okay rock, paper, scissors, loser gets up and get the coffee." She suggests, her smile beaming like a child.
"Okay," We rest our fist on our palm.
"3,2,1" we rapidly say together hitting our fists against our palm and simultaneously reveal scissors.
"3,2,1" once again we reveal the same sign, rock.
"3,2,1" both revealing scissors.
"3,2,1" I put down rock and her hand is outstretched revealing paper.
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"Who are y-" With a swift backhand to the face, Spencer was silenced, yet again. The force interrupted his balance and he swayed a bit before falling onto his back. The man stood above him, weapon pointed at his head.