"Say it," Rex demanded, a trimphant grin plastered on his lips as he faced off with his best friend.
"Why don't you say it?"
"Because, I'm waiting for you to say it."
"Not gonna happen."
"Just say it and I'll let you go," Rex promised, adjusting his grip.
Noah grimaced and sucked in a breath at the added pressure before redoubling his efforts. "No."
"Come on Noe, this is just embarrassing now," Rex winced.
"You can end it whenever you want," Noah teased.
"Only after you say the magic words," the brunet countered through gritted teeth.
"Not happening."
"You sure?" Rex asked with a squeeze.
"Ouch, dammit. Fine. You are way smarter, better looking, and funnier than me in every way."
"See, that wasn't so hard," Rex laughed as he released his friend's hands.
"Urgh, I hate playing Mercy with you," Noah complained as his massaged his sore fingers. "Dude, we gotta find a better way to see who gets the last slice of pizza."
"For the record, I think you're both crazy," Bobo-haha added as he stuffed his face with the last slice.
"Bobo, you ate my winnings!" Rex accused, lifting the lid of an empty pizza box.
"Early bird, my friend. Next time play 'Rock-Paper-Scissors'."