Wyatt, Jason and Freya sat there staring across the table. They each had three cups in front of them that were unfinished. Across the table were three empty glasses and a very perky Jin. Their faces drooped in defeat.
“That was fun guys. Want to have another round? Maybe you can beat me this time?” Jin giggled.
Jason chuckled and reached under the table grabbing the lip of her chair and scooting it into him. He then grabbed onto Jin and pulled her into his chest. He pressed his lips onto the side of her head. “This victory is all yours my dear. We will never question your strength again.”
Freya looked up at Wyatt. “I told you we were no match for her.”
“No kidding.” Wyatt chuckled as he scooted his chair back. “Alright
