Shell Yeah! (Doku, Amaranta)

Damn, the booze was REALLY starting to hit Doku, of course, that wasn’t on his mind right now. However before he could come up with a witty remark the Lioness was gone, dashing up into the air to throw it. He knew she was competitive but this was to a whole different level. He kept focus, (what little he could). As she finally threw it he watched it closely, deciding to not use his gun this time to match her. Dropping the revolver into the sand, the green light covered his feet as he used his Bringerlight to speed towards the ball, he used a portal to place himself directly above the ball. However, due to all the motion and booze suddenly slapping him, he grew dizzy. He attempted to dive-kick the ball but missed it… by a good 10 feet.

Where he would come crashing down, a large cluster of sand obscuring his landing, though once it subsided, Amaranta would get a good look at Doku, he was on his back with his eyes shut, his top and trunks had nearly slid off and his hair was a mess. Seems he crashed, HARD. Though thankfully it didn’t seem anything was broken.

“S-Sh-shit… I’m good…” he slowly raised his hand and gave a thumbs up, but didn’t get up. Still hurting.

"Hahaha! What a fuckin' loser! What did I tell ya? Some men never listen, huh? Guess that means this is my win."

Amaranta didn't allow the opportunity to gloat slip by. No, she used the immediate opportunity to lord her victory over him with a grin. When he failed to reach the correct point in the air, she burst out into laughter, and that laughter only doubled when he hit the ground like a meteor. Then, to rub salt in the wound, she started dancing from side to side, as though mimicking the movements of a football player celebrating a touchdown. When most of her jeering finally subsided, she sashayed over to her defeated foe, leaning down to ruffle his hair with a bright grin.

"What's my prize, little man?"

He just kinda laid there still hurting from his mistake. He didn’t even get to watch her celebration, once she finished, he slowly stood up. Some marks and bumps all over, as he looked towards the Arrancar he seemed to be put into a corner, he had no prize…

“Well. What do you want? After all the winner should get whatever you want!” He dusted himself off and looked at his bag. Though he couldn’t snap back at her, he WAS short.

"What do I want..."

Amaranta voiced that question to herself as she rubbed the back of her head in contemplation. Knowing this personally, she knew he was far from the definition of well-off, so providing her with funds felt like a tough ask. She didn't exactly relish in alcohol consumption, eliminating the idea of forcing him to promise free drinks. Shrugging her shoulders, she promptly stepped forward with a grin as she ruffled his hair. Oh, she knew what she wanted. Grinning impishly, from ear to ear, she pointed at him with her opposite hand.

"Since you lost and I get anything I want... you should wear a dress for me at the bar. Makeup and all."