#ruth 002

Sweat dripped down towards the arch of his brow as the two of them followed the arrows on the screen, trying to jump on the correct arrow just in time.  Davin was not sure how many rounds they had played, but he was sure feeling the soreness in his joints.

“Okay, I gotta admit.  You got some skills,” he commented as he looked over at his partner in DDR.

With his hands on the metal bar, he leaned back to try and stretch a little before hopping off the arcade game.

Davin looked down at his watch, pretending to check the time.  “Supposed to get smoothies with Vinny after he gets off work, but willing to give him a raincheck if you want to grab some pizza and then ice cream afterwards?  What do you say?”