Colleen dropped the taco back into the container. "You're on." As if she even had to think about it. Breaking into a matching grin, she hopped off the desk and jabbed a finger at him, you're going down, friend. After opening up more space for them, Colleen kicked her shoes off and took a step toward the middle of their makeshift arena while she pulled her hair back. She would avenge that hatrack all right; and work ice cream into her victory.