"Vick's watching me... If Steph gets up to 20, I'm gonna be super pissed..."

Sandee hits the shuttlecock back again. Steph misses by a millimetre.

"Well, I've won," Sandee tells herself. "I'm not surprised."

"Good game, Sandee," Steph applauds. "I'll see ya in badminton doubles."

"You know there's a second set, right?"

Interesting... I just realized none of us played a fault that time... Huh.

"Hey, Coach," asks Vick, randomly walking up to her. "Just curious, is badminton mixed gonna be any different?"

"They're playing five sets," answers Coach Ripley.

Five sets?

Sandee is passed the shuttlecock again, ready to start the next set, ready to start the next rally.

"I'm ready, but are you, Stephanie?" Sandee raps.

"Of course," replies Stephanie. "JUST SERVE ALREADY!"

Sandee prepares for a backhand serve.

"Heads up!" she shouts as the shuttle flies over the net to Stephanie's side.

"Damn you," Stephanie replies, hitting it back.

Sandy counters by scooping it up as if it were on the ground. It barely makes its way over the net.

"What the hell, Sandee? Don't make me touch the net now!" Stephanie complains.

The shuttle flies straight up, only making a slight arc.

Sandee leans forward and powerfully smashes it into Stephanie's side. "This was an interesting one, I daresay."

Sandee, serving once again, flicks the shuttle as she drops and hits it.

Steph wasn't prepared for that, was she?

Despite the serving technique Sandee used, Stephanie manages to hit the shuttlecock back. As it flies to the other side, Sandee retaliates, launching the shuttle upward and forward.

Stephanie stays put as it starts to land in the outside area.

"I like you, Sandee," she tells her.

"What, are you gay?"

Stephanie sighs, and continues the match. They went on, just like the last set, as Vick watched them play.

5-8.

"Fault!" Coach Ripley announced. "Steph, you're not supposed to drag your foot while serving!"

"That's a rule?" Steph questions.

"Yep. Rules are rules," Sandee replies, holding the shuttlecock.

11-7.

"It landed outside," Steph claims, picking up the shuttle.

"It did?" Sandee responds. "So that's an extra point for you."

12-14.

"Wait!" shouts Sandee as the shuttle flies to her side. "Steph, how dare you invade my court!"

"What?" Steph responds.

"Your racquet clearly passed over the net," Coach Ripley states. "That's a fault."

"In our stars," Sandee adds.

17-14.

"SANDEE, I SAW THAT! IT HIT THE FEATHERS FIRST!" reprimands Stephanie.

"Illegal drive service, I see," says Coach Ripley quietly as she marks a point for Navio.

19-20.

Stephanie was about to serve.

A smol Crucifijo girl, looking tired, walks out of the infirmary.

Wait, that's Ann, isn't she? Definitely Ann, she has a black eye!

As Sandee thought about her, Stephanie suddenly served.

"Let!" Sandee yells just before the shuttle lands on the ground. "I got distracted!"

Ann looks at her. She couldn't tell whether she was simply winking at her, or whether her eye hurt that much.

"Oh, sorry," Steph apologizes.

"It's fine," Sandee replies. "I serve, right?"

"I think so."

"Serve, Sandee!" says Coach Ripley.

They did their last rally for the set. The shuttle was soaring high above the net into Stephanie's side.

"Asul, sul, sul, HEY!" Ann happily, mischievously shouts out to Stephanie, who then smashes the shuttlecock into Sandee's court flawlessly.

"Dammit, why do you have to mess things up for me?" Sandee thinks, furiously staring at Ann, who was jogging to the basketball audience.

It was twenty-all. Sandee needed a two-point margin to win.

Goddammit, Ann.