Prompt: Sport
"Ready to give up yet, Monroe?"
"Not on your life, Messer."
"Uh, guys," Adam said as he stood next to them, "We're actually going to leave it at a tie."
Lindsay didn't even bother to look up at him, "A game cannot end in a tie. There's has to be a winner….and a Messer."
"I think you mean a loser," Sheldon adds helpfully.
"No, I mean a Messer."
"She means a Monroe," Danny said, "Cause I'm about to kick her ass."
"Try it you egotistical bag of air. I'm going to take you down."
Don and Stella gathered closer to the pair, "Maybe we should call an ambulance, just in case one of them hurts the other."
"You better get a stretcher for Monroe here."
Lindsay glared, "Are you going to trash talk all day or might we actually play some football?"
"I'm ready when you are."
"Fine, let's go."
They both got into position, Flack getting behind her so she could throw him the ball. Lindsay leaned in closer to Danny, their lips almost touching and whispered, "I'm not wearing any underwear," just before she hiked Flack the ball.
Lindsay scored a touchdown, Danny ate dirt.
And silently reminded himself why he never played games with Montana.
