"Oh, give it up, baka! I bet you've never gotten into trouble in your whole life. You're not any more capable of getting into mischief than I am of getting an A on Friday's English test." Usagi leaned back confidently against the vinyl booth, gesturing toward the jumbled English notes spread across the table.
"Want to bet on it?" Mamoru asked casually.
Immediately, Usagi set her jaw and leaned forward with a firm nod. "Okay," she began enthusiastically. "It's a bet! You have to pull off a prank- a really good one- by the end of the week, or else you're buying me milkshakes for the rest of the month."
"And if I do pull it off, you're my slave for the rest of the month: every evening from 4-8 pm."
"Unless I ace my English test."
"Deal."
"Deal."
"Well," sighed Mamoru, standing up from the bench after they had shaken hands. "I guess I had better let you get back to your studying. You're going to need it!"
…
Friday afternoon, Usagi Marched into the Crown Parlour waving an English test with a bright green A written across the top. She slammed it down on the counter in front of Mamoru with a triumphant smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes, which were lined with deep circles from several sleepless nights spent studying.
"I did it!" she announced pridefully. "Now you owe me a milkshake. With 30 more to follow."
"I guess I don't get a slave, but why should you get a milkshake?"
"It's Friday. You haven't pulled off a prank yet. I told you that you were too much of a goodie two shoes to get into any sort of mischief!" Usagi waved Motoki over and ordered a strawberry milkshake. "And he's paying!" she pointed happily to Mamoru.
"Okay, fine, you win. Motoki, make the lady a special milkshake." Mamoru settled himself back on his stool and turned his attention back toward his book.
A few minutes later, Motoki set the frosty pink glass in front of Usagi and hurried away. Mamoru looked on with interest while Usagi took a long pull on the straw, then suddenly spit the drink all over the counter.
"What was that?" she demanded, continuing to spit in a napkin.
"That, Odango Atama, was a prank. I assume you won't be wanting 30 more."
Author's Notes:
Ack, sorry I didn't post on Friday. It was my daughter's birthday and we had a HUGE party for her. And then I got sick. Still coughing up a lung! I should be back on my usual schedule for this Friday though, so enjoy!