A competition date. ButchXButtercup.
Buttercup was a sleep in a Saturday morning when she got at text from Butch.
"Oh… what the fuck?" she moans as she looked on her phone.
"Hey BC. Are you busy today?"
Buttercup replied. "Unless some criminals attack the town today, No,"
"You want to go out on a date?"
"HELL NO."
"Why the hell not?"
"You know damn well I hate the word DATE."
"…Than why not a competition date"
"A competition date? What are you talking about?"
"Call me and find out."
Buttercup gritted her teeth and dial Butch's number.
"Hello?" Butch pick up.
"What the hell you talking about COMPETITION DATE?"
"It one-on-one competition during our date. And whoever won the most games, have master over the loser."
"So what kind of competition are we talking about?"
"It could be any kinds: Video game, race, eating contest, Sparing. Anything."
"How can we keep track of winning?"
"Tickets. Whoever have the most tickets at the end of the night, wins."
"Sound interesting…"
"Are you game?"
"I'm game. Where?"
"Villedia Game center, Now." And hangs up.
She got up and gets dress. She flies down to Villedia Game Center where Butch waits for her. In her mean green outfit, she landed down in front of Butch.
"Let the game begin, my lady." He smirks.
First they went to a kart race. Butch won.
Then The house of the Dead game. BC won.
The hot dog eating contest. Butch won
A swimming across the lake. BC won.
Then they spar. BC won.
Trying-not-to-cry-on-a-sad-ending-movie contest. BC won.
There was more contest and competition, but after all the competitions are done at Midnight, Butch and Buttercup count their collective tickets.
"Huh…I have two tickets ahead of you." Buttercup brags.
"Damn… it seem like you won." Butch sighs. "So what you want to do with me?"
"I don't know. We could have some fun." She came closer to him with a smile.
"That's sound good to me. Miss Buttercup." He grins back. As they kiss under the full moon, Butch hides his last three tickets in his pocket.