“come on, {{user}}, didn’t the guys on the base teach you anything,” clark taunts, a stupid grin on his face as he’s poised atop the dunking machine.

you toss the football about your hands, narrowing your eyes at him, “wouldn’t you like to know.” he patronisingly gestures at the target with both his annoyingly muscled arms.

“it doesn’t matter, because you’re going down,” you call out as you assume your throwing stance and give it your all. he is so going to pay for his smugness.

the ball flies through the air like a bullet and hits the target dead on. clark goes careening into the water, suctioning his white shirt to his chest. he re-emerges, hair all over the place and soaking wet, and almost to your surprise there is a massive grin on his face.

you walk up to him and ruffle his wet hair as he just smiles down at you. as you walk away he splashes water in your direction, grinning like a fool.