"Do you guys actually ever practise?" Becca asked.
"Yeah, just not all the time, chicka." Defended Jamie.
Jamie was just parking up as the conversation died down. Tony was sitting next to Becca in the back. I just realised they were both wearing matching Key Stroke muscle t-shirts, just different colours. But obviously, Becca was covering her arms with a blue hoodie... I wonder if the others will ever know? Or if I'll ever get a chance to talk to her about it?
We got through the ticket lines pretty quickly and got inside. I'd never been before, so I didn't know where to start, but Jamie and Tony were a little over pumped.
"We have got to go on Drill first!" Gushed Tony.
"Drill it is."
Drill turned out to be sitting in a bucket that chucked you around until you were violently sick. Fun. But it still was really good. Jamie looked like he was going to bring up the taco he had for breakfast, but everyone else was okay. Becca's hair went wild, which was actually kind of cute, but she managed to get it under control as we lined up for the next ride- Death Drop. I didn't know what it was, but I could guess.
As we got closer, I got the nervous buzz in my stomach and I could tell Becca did as well. I gave her a reassuring smile and she laughed back. Here we go.
We loaded onto the cart as put the safety padding around us. There was a countdown and then the cart suddenly jerked forward. Whow. Deep breaths. The ride took us around a dark corner and slid down a small drop. Becca and Jamie screamed as we suddenly came out into a bright opening that was set out like a movie set. It was quite normal which made us suspicious. Then, without warning, there was a massive crash, a high pitched scream (that wasn't Jamie) and an evil cackle. And all of a sudden the floor dropped out and we all screamed as we plunged into the black. As soon as we had recovered from that Jamie said: "Damn Vic, it's darker than your soul in here." Wow, real funny mate. Just then, an actress came into display on a big screen in front of us.
"They took him first. Now they're coming for me." Surely the movie they were making, wasn't that bad.
Then the screen rushed forward. Or did we? But in any event, we collided with the screaming-open-mouth of the lady, just as blood oozed over her back and we started scaling upward.
One last drop. That has to be it right?
We were all so pumped after the ride, especially Tony.
"Calm down, dude," Jamie started, "you're gonna trip over and fall flat on your face in front of your cr-" Tony clamped his hand across Jamie's mouth, preventing him from finishing his sentence. What was he saying? I won't be naive. I guess he was gonna say crush, but that means... Well, it's not me. Or maybe, you never know, he might have a thing for skinny Mexican dudes. Okay, not me.
Okay then... No, what if he hurts her?
He wouldn't. Would he?
I guess I just don't want her hurt because of her scars. She obviously has too much to deal with and doesn't need any more problems. I'm just looking out for her. I really need to get to know get so I can help her.
"Vic, you coming?" Jamie was still laughing Tony's embarrassment. Whereas Becca looked confused because she hadn't been paying attention.
"Yes. Yeah. Sure. Right behind you."
* * *
"Hey Vic, help me defeat Tony." Said Becca.
We were in a mini Laser tag game that was mostly little kids but we had had a well fun game so far. Jamie had got tired within minutes and fallen over dramatically to die. This left Becca and I as allies to take down Tony.
"You got it. We're coming for you Turtle!" I shouted. Probably not the stealthiest move ever but whatever.
3 minutes later and we had Tony surrounded. He was hiding behind a rock on the lower level in front of me, and Becca had her lazer focused on his face from across the room. We were all grinning. This was honestly so much fun.
"CHARGE!" I shouted, causing Tony to jump.
"Don't kill Turtles, it's animal abuse!" Tony screamed. Real manly mate.
I fired rapidly at his back, missing an embarrassing amount of times as Becca got the winning shot to his chest.
I was still laughing at Tony's dying impressing as Becca turned and quickly shot at me.
"Someone had to go."
* * *
We got back home and I jumped at the phone ringing as everyone else continued to the lounge.
"Hello, is this Mr Fuentes?" A young voice spoke down the line.
"Yes, that's me. Who is this?"
"I'm Traff from the Bar on the corner. We're looking for evening entertainment for next Saturday. I heard about your band from the advert in the magazine and I think I know the Tony. I was wondered if you would play."
"For real? Yeah, sure. We'd love to, but warning, we are quite inexperienced."
"No problem. I just liked the name and if it's the Tony I know, then he's amazing and I don't need to worry."
"Okay cool. Talk later about details. This Saturday from 6."