Ras placed his next shot well, and when it was my turn, I tried the same trick as on my last shot. But as I had expected, he didn't fall for it twice in a row, so now I had to make a weak shot, while he was ready. I shot a decent but not very hard shot, which he easily caught.
"Yay, I won, I won, I won" he jumped around and shouted.
I pretended to be pissed off and grumpy. "Yes yes, that's very nice. Hustling innocent travelers for soda pops. Pffft!" I said.
"You owe me a soda!" he said.
"I own you more than that. And it's well deserved. Good shot, my friend" I said and ruffled his lovely blond sweaty hair.
He beamed proudly. I wasn't sure if the sodas, beating me or being praised meant most to him, but he was bursting with pride and joy. Just like boys are supposed to be.
"Ok, let's go buy you a soda" I said.