"Game set!" Marcus yelled, lobbing the ball acrossthe net to Ethan.
His face a mask of intense concentration, Ethan watched theball arching towards him, every muscle tense and ready to spring. As the ballbounced into his side of the court, he unfurled from a crouch and with apowerful swing of the racket, sent the ball flying back towards Marcus.
A triumphant grin spread over his face as Marcus missed theshot, the slew of obscenities his friend let loose only serving to add to hisgood humor.
"Tired Marc?" Ethan walked over to the net,watching as Marcus dabbed at the sweat running down his face with a towel.
"Nah..." Marcus grinned; face red with the exertionof an hour of hard playing. "I'm just gonna be the good guy and let youwin this time. Next time, you won't be so lucky though, so e
