"That sounds wrong," I muttered.
Nobody listened.
"Ready?" Harlow held up her fist. The other three mirrored the gesture. "Rock! Paper! Scissors! Shoot!"
Four fists transformed simultaneously.
First round: Harlow threw rock. Cassidy threw paper. Vivienne threw scissors. Sabrina threw rock.
"Cassidy and Vivienne advance!" Harlow declared, bouncing on her heels.
"That's not how tournaments work," I said.
"It is now!" Harlow's smile was bright enough to power a small city. "Go again!"
Round two: Cassidy threw scissors with confidence. Vivienne threw rock with calculation.
Vivienne won.
Cassidy swore under her breath. "Best two out of three!"
"You already agreed to the rules." Vivienne's smile was sharp. Satisfied. "I won."
"Rematch!"
"No."
"Vivienne—"
"Rules are rules, Cassidy." Vivienne's expression softened. Slightly. The kind of concession that cost her nothing. "You can have shotgun."
