Our Secret Dream 2

STAG PARTY - PART 3

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After far too many shots we have made it to the last part of my stag do - paintball.
With our vision and judgment throughly impaired we decide that now is the only time for us to really let loose and play a few rounds of paintball. We each stumble around the arena looking for the best starting position as we wait for the sound of the klaxon.

The klaxon sounds as we each start pairing off into our teams, roaming around the arena hunting for both our pray and the top hiding spot. The more we stumble around, the
more I realise I'm turning into a drunken, disorderly black ops members. Unable to act as stealthy as the professionals but still good enough to win.
  Swaying slightly on my feet I peak around the corner seeing Chris running away from Dom, screaming at the top of his lungs 'Nooo! Don't shoot me. I'm too young and sexy to die. Go for Tyler. Take him first!' I have to forcibly stifle a laugh from bubbling up my throat and past my lips. Trust him to try bargaining us to try and survive a little longer in this match. Not to mention him turning on his own team mate, partner in crime and husband...You'd never catch me doing something like that. Only my little brother would do that.

Smiling I round the corner and sneak down the side of the rusted bus. Lining up my gun. Taking aim on my dear brothers back before shooting. The neon green pellet bursting against his shoulder blade, leaving a bright green splat on his back. The sound of impact surprisingly loud. I lower my gun and watch Chris's reaction. Within an instant he rotates between surprise, annoyance and pain, howling almost instantly when the pellet hit him. Unable to contain myself I burst out laughing whilst shouting 'Thats for turning on your own team mate' From the far corner I see Tyler creeping around so I quickly turn on me heal and rush backwards towards one of the sheds. I slip inside and hide behind the door, watching Tyler's movements from between the crack.

'You might as well stop hiding Tyler it's only going to hurt more when I shoot you.' Dom calls out from on top of the watch tower.

'Your never catch me' Tyler shouts from his now not so hidden hiding spot. The paint covered bush beside the white shipping container. Smiling I shuffle out from behind the door, lining up my gun between the two open doors. After a deep breath, I squint my eyes and look through the lens making sure I can hit him in the chest. With my finger resting on the trigger, adrenaline pumping in my veins I get ready to shoot. But, just as I'm about to fire Dom beats me to it. Shooting him from the watch tower above, hitting him in the back. Watching him as he falls down face first into the dirt below.

Laughing we reset the match and head back to our starting positions ready for another few rounds. Only his time both Dom and I whip out our flasks, drinking more whiskey. Trying to maintain the current drunken state we are both in.

The klaxon goes off again and we both dart off in different directions, staggering around looking for the best place to hide. Our tactics for this round is to hide in a dark place, remain hidden away in the shadows. Use the light and visibility challenges to our advantages. Our referee for the match turns up the music, blasting Punk Rock, Pop & Rap music. Making it harder on both sides. Not only can we no longer hear Chris and Tyler move around but they can't hear us. All we can do is trust our senses, be focused and keep our eyes peeled. After a minute of looking I find the perfect place to hide, a second story storage container behind some large boxes. This is the perfect place, from the entry way you can't even see the gap behind the boxes meaning neither of them will think to walk this far into the container.

I settle down behind the boxes, tucking my legs beneath me. I hold my gun up, positioned between the boxes facing the entryway of the container. Giving me the option of shooting anyone who walks inside. I know that I should be focused on the game but I can't help myself. I need to do this. Sober me would have more will
power and restraint but slightly drunken me is impulsive. 'Sky' I whisper as I unlock my phone and call her.