"You do like to run your mouth don't you?" John's muscles flexed as he kept that grip and kept pushing until he could force Will's hand to slap the table. He could feel the boy's muscles start to shake, it was a struggle, but John held fast. Will wasn't winning this round, or any for that matter, he more than expected him to want a rematch almost immediately and blame it on the beer.
"John don't let this little pecker win."Robin sat on the sidelines with smiles and cheers, who was he really rooting for?