Cheryl and Tre: Goodbye Means Hello

Part 21

"Chez, slow down will ya? I can't aim that fast!"

"Hurry the fuck up man; I'm shooting these fucking spiders down faster than you!"

As the arcade on the Atlantic City boardwalk was already filled with the laughter and squeals of children and the chatter of adults who were with them, Cheryl and Tre's shouting and laughing together only added to the noisy atmosphere around them as the two extremely childish adults now sat in a little arcade game thing that had like a virtual simulation of being chased by giant spiders. The two had to aim their little electronic guns at the screen and press the button; though Cheryl was shooting like a pro and Tre was too busy laughing at her to concentrate properly.

"I'm a fucking beast at this, man!" Cheryl giggled, still pressing the button at rapid speed. She then gasped as she glanced up at Tre's score; he was catching up with her.

"Yeah but I'm catching up now; so ha!" he playfully nudged her. Cheryl started squealing out of complete excitement as they carried on playing, before then bursting out laughing together as the game ended - Tre actually ending up winning because he'd caught up and shot past her.

"We that was fun; look at our tickets coming out." Cheryl giggled, pointing at the dispenser. Once the tickets finished coming out, Tre ripped them off and placed them in their little cup that they were holding their tickets in.

"Right, where to now, gorgeous?" he asked as he helped her out of the little booth game. He then wrapped his arm around her shoulders, making her smile as she leaned into him.

"Erm, well we have loads of tickets.." she giggled as she nodded her head at their ticket cup, which was starting to over spill actually, "So let's go and see how many we have and what we can get. We've been here for hours anyway; I'm starving."

"Good idea, baby girl; let's go." he smiled, kissing her head. The two then walked over to the ticket counter; the friendly guy behind the counter smiling straight away.

"Hey guys; need to cash in tickets?" he asked.

"Yeah, bro; we seem to have a lot here." Tre replied, chuckling, handing him the cup. The guy nodded, before putting all the tickets through the little counter. After a minute or two; all of them were counted.

"Alright, you guys have one thousand, two hundred, and fifty tickets here, so you can get something from this section." he explained, pointing to a section full of fluffy pillows, teddy bears, and sets of shot glasses and other aspects. Tre looked down at Cheryl, who's eyes were set on the teddy bears and fluffy pillows. He had to chuckle, especially because she already had two teddy bears tucked under one arm.

"Erm, can we get that please?" Cheryl asked, pointing to a big fluffy yellow pillow. Tre chuckled before pointing to it; the guy chuckling as well as he got it down and handed it over to Tre. He then punched some numbers into the calculator before looking up.

"Right, that was five hundred tickets, and now anything else you'd like?" he asked.

"Shot glasses." Cheryl playfully coughed out, making the guy and Tre burst out laughing.

"Alright; the shot glasses for two-fifty." Tre said. The guy nodded, giving him the shot glasses before calculating their remaining tickets.

"Five hundred left, guys." he said.

"Let's get two teddies - they're both two-fifty." Cheryl suddenly burst out, pointing at the two teddy bears; one being brown and one being black; both of them having bright white hoodies on that read, Atlantic City, NJ.

"These are all going on the plane to England with you; I'll be damned if we keep these in my apartment." Tre chuckled as he pointed at them. Cheryl giggled cheekily while the guy behind the coutner was laughing away at the funny pair as he got the two teddy bears down.