Narrator's POV:
The strobe lights kept on flashing as the two entered the building.
The smell of pizza and the sounds of chaos filled the air.
Gun shots, moaning zombies, trains, music and yelling kids made up the cacophonic sound.
Blake kept his grasp on her wrist as he tugged her further in.
They approached the counter as he greeted the freckled man.
“Hey Joe!”
Exclaimained Blake as his quiet companion gave him her usual nod.
“Hey guys! So, what's the plan for today?”
“Beating her in Mortal Kombat, then a laser fight.”
“Make sure to wipe the floor with his ass again, ok?” He told the girl.
“It'd be hilarious to see his reaction.”
“Hey!
Just so you know, I AM great at PvPs!” The blonde stated while pouting like a 4-year-old.
“Suuuree. Tell that to the kid who has beaten you last time.”
“He was cheating, I'm sure of it!”
“Dude, you're talking about a 6-year-old noob” Joe deadpanned.
“Still! I'm sure of it!”
“Right, and so did all the others, right?” The man asked with mockery clear in his tone.
“Obviously!”
“Okay okay, you're free to go, just make sure you won't kick the machine again when you lose”
The laughing man dismissed them.
Blake turned back towards (Y/n) just to see her dying from laughter.
“Hey! I really am good! I told ya already.” He tried to remind her while still sulking.
“Alright alright, I get it. Let's go.” She replied as she went ahead.
This was yet another regular occurrence for them.
He calls her in the morning, drags her all the way to the arcade and then tries to show off his “amazing” gaming skills.
If they would have made a bet before each round saying that the winner gets the money, she'd be a millionaire by now.
The cooling sensation of the joystick in her hand snapped her out of her thoughts.
Blake already took his place and looked at her with an urging gaze.
“So…
Who you gonna play as?” He asked her.
“Ermac.
You?”
“Sub-Zero.”
She nodded in acknowledgement as she put her other hand up and started to count down from five as usual.
And so it began.
Round 1
Round 2
Round 3
And so on.
The two has spent the duration of these matches in relative silence.
That was only ever broken once or twice by chuckles and cuss words.
(Y/n): 1
Blake: 0
Soon the numbers increased exponentially on her side, while he could only show up a single meager win.
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Canary /Discontinued/
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