“It’s time for a new Skee Ball master!” Cassie replied excitedly. “So I say bring it Daddy!” She replied jokingly hoping around. “Cause I think this is finally my year.” She added tossing one of the loose skee balls back and fourth between her hands.
“Oh really? It is brought.” Removing his silly top hat and abandoning the just as silly cane beside it, gentlemanly dressed Scott Lang collected one of the dense brown spheres between his hand. Cassie’s little dance made him laugh--even with this faux-competitive air stirring up, he couldn’t dismiss how hilarious she was. “Your mom used to kick my ass at this, so you definitely got skee ball in your blood... That sounded way more cool in my head. Let’s do this.”
Scott gave his first toss, and started rusty as the ball rolled and lept right into the ten ring. He stretched out his right arm, “-just... just warming up.”





