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DORI watched attentively as the woman took her first turn, clasping her palm over her mouth to stifle her laugh hearing the loud sound that came along with it. “Damn, I don’t feel so bad now, you just as rough. I don’t know much about basketball besides this little arcade game, I’m a gymnast. My closest link to basketball is being at the games,” she explained while watching CHELSEA take her second turn, preparing to go next. “You mean them kid thingies? Or the bumpers?”

“i look like a sore loser to you? cause i feel like only sore losers bug out and i mean….i give that off?” chase tossed his question in her direction, a smile following shortly after. “if i do, thats wild cause something in me telling me that’s gon be all you. so when i win, i just want three slices of pizza. deal?” the male quizzed as she went to pull her top up, causing him to chuckle lowly to himself as they approached the free throw game. “how many times you tryna get whooped?” he broke eye contact with midori to glance at the game that had just lit up. “last night was coo. i was a lil cross faded so ima give most of the credit to that but it was a nice lil vibe. tonight more my speed though.” 

“You never know, but i had to put the disclaimer out just in case you start with me,” MIDORI’s was laced with a sense of false intimidation, her attempt at keeping a serious demeanor failing horribly when the corners of her lips blew her cover, stretching from ear to ear hearing the emphasis in his tone. “Yeah, okay, I’m not going to let you do me dirty so we’ll see but deal. When I win, we’re gonna have a couple of milkshakes on you. Deal?” she added to his wager, getting into a good stance to prepare for the balls to fall within her reach. “More of an arcade person? I could agree with that, but i just like wherever i can have a good time. Not much of a homebody.”

“Oh, I can’t bowl for shit either, I was talking about basketball but I’m down to knock some pins down,” the femme accepted the invite, ordering a couple of shots throwing them back quickly before following CHELSEA to her chosen lane. “I’m warning you now, I’m mad aggressive with bowling balls. Ya girl be throwin’ them shits. No grace whatsoever,” MIDORI explained followed by a bout of laughter, making herself comfortable in the seat closest to the lane.

“you? free throw?” chase questioned as he eyed the femme who stood across from him. “yea, c’mon cause i’m tryna see sumn.” chase stated in a playful manner before the pair began to make their way over to the famous arcade game. “i might take it a lil easy on you. might not, iono yet. you enjoy yourself last night though?” 

MIDORI’s face lit up once she received a response, flashing the male a toothy smile as her hips swayed in the direction of the game she had suggested. “Yeah, me. And i don’t want you buggin’ when i win,” she teased with her lips curled into a cocky grin after finishing the rest of her meal, tossing the tray in the trash before adjusting her breasts in her crop top. “Gotta make sure ya not getting a peep show,” she warned in regards to her actions before cocking a brow at CHASE, a light chuckle escaping her duo. “Boy please, i don’t need training wheels, but i actually did have a lot of fun. Not as much as i was hoping but i made the best of it. How about you?” While waiting for his response, DORI did what was needed to get the game going.

                       𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀 lolled her head back enough to fully down the remnants of the sweet wine she was babysitting in her carried flute, her head leveling back in time to lock eyes on the familiar physique ⸻ identifiable even with the femme not facing her. the sight naturally aroused a voluptuous smirk to her lips as she moved to become more than just a bystander. “ having fun ? ” an arm snaking around the familiar waist as she came up beside her, hoping to catch 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 off-guard. the gaudy blonde posed her sarcastic curiosity versus the other’s ear so she could hear behind the clamant noises surrounding. 

Despite the liquor playing a factor in her fun-loving demeanor, MIDORI was always one to be fully engulfed in her own little world, some considering it somewhat of a talent how she could make a vibe even when sober. Lost in the music, the sudden intimate touch again her exposed waist startled her a bit, her blown out tresses taking motion with the quick swivel of her head. A subtle smirk formed on her features once she caught a glimpse of the woman in her ear. “You know me, life of the party. Can I say the same about you, that glass lookin’ a little too full for me mama,” the curvaceous female spoke in a silky tone, her movements now urging the other to join in with her as her backside swayed and whined against AMIKA’s body.