Table Tennis (P)

Lorne felt comfortable in "his" Renaissance fair hoodie and dark blue jeans . He decided to head to the game room to try his hand at table tennis. The son of Nike hadn't played it in so long, but of course he knew that he would win a game if he was given an opponent. It was a little after three so most, if not all of the campers were currently free to do whatever they wanted. Lorne walked over to the table and took the blue paddle in his hand and upon it around by it's handle a few times to get a good feel of it. Yep, it was as if he's been playing for years.

Lorne smiled, shaking his head as soon as he heard Ash come into the game room. He should've known that he would find him eventually. The son of Nike turned his head to look at the son of Tyche and smirked. "I hope you don't think luck will get you far in life. At some point, he stops." Lorne twirled the paddle in his hand.

Lorne rolled his eyes at Ash and served the ball. It bounced once over the small net and was now on Ash's court. "And deal. I like waffle fries and chicken nuggets."

When he hit the ping pong ball back, Lorne felt a little off. He narrowed his eyes at Ash. "Did you just make me unlucky? That's cheating." Thankfully for his natural winning ability, the curse or whatever Ash wanted to call it didn't affect him fully.

Lorne sniffed and reached back to hit the ball, but instead the paddle flew out of his hand and slid on the floor for a few feet before hitting the wall. Well, that was a point for Ash. "Get ready to serve." Lorne exhaled through his nostrils and jogged over to get his paddle. Once he got it, he came back over to Ash and got himself ready.

The son of Nike felt the unluckliness slide off of him and was back to his normal self. He knew that he'd be able to win this game even without the use of his powers. When the ball came back, Lorne hit across the net, watching it bounce off of the very corner of Ash's court.

Lorne got the ball in his hand and looked it over. Taking in a deep breath, Lorne served the ball back. While the ping pong ball was in the air, the son of Nike adjusted Jackson's "Ren Fair" hoodie. Yep, he smiled like him. That alone made him smile.

The son of Nike twirled his paddle in his hand and hit the ball back over the net. Lorne had a calm expression on his face and knew better than to get over excited.