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I try to ignore the voice telling me I shouldn’t have a beer as I’m supposed to be preparing for a fight, and instead try to focus on his words from just a moment ago. One night. It’s just one night.
And as the bartender slides the beers across the bar, and Luca shoves one into my hand, I guess I can admit that it does look fucking good. And yeah… I could use one.
I take a drink and glance around at the games. “So, what do we do?”
“Ah, yes.” Luca nods. “I keep forgetting you’re new to fun. So, you pick a game,” he gestures to the games around us, “which is a structured type of play, by the way. Usually for fun or entertainment. Wait.” He holds his hand up. “I feel like I’m getting ahead of myself here. Play is engaging in an activity for enjoyment and recreation–”
“For fuck’s sake, Mitchell, I will walk right out of here.” I glare at him and he just chuckles, gesturing with his head to a token machine beside us.
He takes out a twenty-dollar bill and slips it in. The machine then spits out a shit ton of tokens.
“The fuck, how long are we going to be here?” I ask, looking at the pile of tokens in his hand.
He looks down at the tokens, then at me. “You want more?”
“More than that heap?” I point at his hands as he tries to fit them all in his pocket.
“This isn’t even that many. Trust me, you’ll want to play every game here and we’ll need more.” He nods seriously and takes a drink of his beer. “So, pick a game.”
I look around, but I have no idea where to even begin. “You’re the expert.”
“Yeah, that’s true.” Luca nods.
And as he looks around the bar to pick a game, I can’t help but let out a small smile as his eyes sparkle with excitement like a kid in a candy store.
“Got one.” He smiles and nods towards the other side of the bar.
I follow him, and he stops in front of Skee-Ball, setting his beer on a table beside the game and rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
“The ass kicking begins here. Because I’m Skee-Ball champ,” he says as he puts tokens into the machine. “So, you need to pick up the ball and roll it–”
“I know how to fucking play,” I say as I pick up a ball from the chute and roll it up the lane. It lands in the fifty ring, and Luca just stares at it for a moment.
He nods tightly, picking up one of his balls and rolling it, sending it into the ten-point ring.
“Good one, champ.” I nod at him, and he shoots me a look, immediately picking up another ball.
With a chuckle, I turn back to my game and continue rolling balls up the lane, ignoring him until I’m all out. And when I look at the score, I smile. 280-210, making me the winner.
Luca stares at the scoreboard, then his gaze slides to me. He picks up his beer and narrows his eyes. “Air hockey.”
I shrug, picking up my beer as well. “Alright.”
He eyes me once more, then turns and walks towards the air hockey table.
Ok, so maybe this could be fun.
Luca puts tokens into the air hockey table, looking determined. “I’m not giving you any pointers for this one.”
“Don’t need them anyway,” I say, picking up my striker.
He cocks an eyebrow at me from his side of the table. “Getting cocky now, are we?”
“It’s air hockey. It’s not that hard.”
He smiles, placing the puck in the middle of the table. “Grab a menu, Ty. Because you’re about to get served.”
I roll my eyes, leaning forward to smack the puck into his end. He blocks it, but the next strike I get, I score on him.
