Ras placed his next shot well, and I did too with mine. Still a tie.
Next shot of his, I caught. And when I walked to the ball, I teased him. "Oh, the things I'm going to make you do for me, pretty little boy." I said smiling. That seemed to get him nervous.
But to my surprise he read my shot, and caught it, even though it was a pretty good shot. Still a tie.
Next shot he tricked me to go the wrong way and scored easily.
Now the pressure was on me. I had to score.
I decided to try the same trick he had, and tried to make it look like I aimed for the post to his right. But maybe I exaggerated my body language, because he went to the left post, and just managed to save my otherwise pretty hard and well placed shot.
"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.