The hand reached. Missed. The hand tried again. Missed again. A frustrated growl from the person attached to the hand. "Renee, give me that coke!"

Renee shook the eight-ball. She grinned. "Not likely."

Nikki groaned. "I need caffeine! And sugar! PLEASE!"

Bekah looked at Nikki and said matter-of-factly, "Sugar rots your teeth."

Nikki pouted. "Renee, please?!"

The eight-ball shook. "Try again."

Finally, after the same happened over and over again, Bekah snatched the coke from Renee and drank it herself in three big gulps. She threw the can into the trash.

"What about 'sugar rots your teeth'?" Nikki whined. Renee hit her upside the head.

"Stop whining," she said.

"Why? Did your eight-ball tell me to?" Nikki asked, still pouting.

Renee shook the eight-ball. "Totally."

Nikki pouted.

After a few minutes, and much more fighting between Nikki and Renee, Bekah sighed and produced a popcorn packet from her backpack. She gave it to Nikki. "How about popcorn instead?"

Nikki squealed and snatched the popcorn packet from Bekah's hand. Before she could get to the microwave, she was stopped by Renee, who shook her eight-ball. "Go for it," she said. Nikki smiled.

She ran to the microwave and popped it in. Then she sat down and waited for it to start of it’s own violation. With a sigh, Bekah got up and pressed the button for popcorn. Nikki watched it go round and round in fascination.

A couple minutes later, the three friends sat down and asked Renee's all-knowing eight-ball questions while eating popcorn.