Sex, Drugs, and Rock n' Roll

Part 3: Airsoft

Airsofting, In case you don't know, is a sport in which people run around with BB guns and shoot each other. If you've ever played or heard of paintball it's the same except it hurts less and instead of paint balls there are BBs, and the guns look real and resemble real guns. My friends and I play a lot, we have our own 'squad'. We're called Airsoft Airborne, for WWII's US airborne units, 82nd, 502nd,and 506th PIRs (Paratrooper Infantry Regimand). I myself own 3 airsoft guns, A m16 with a grenade launcher on the bottom like the one from scar face, a Thompson M1A1 like the gun from the old COD games, and a Co2 Colt 1911. We have different places we play, the paintball park about 20 minutes north of town let's us rent an areana but they're sorta expensive, and there's three ranches we play at, Mine in north county, Gordo in south, and Mark's house in town. We played out at Mark's on Friday and I decided to call Tracy to see if she would go. I figured she'd be cool enough to play. So I dialed. It rang and rang and then abbruptly she answered,

"Hello!?!" she said alertly.

"Uh hey it's Todd from the club house part like 5 days ago."

"Oh hey." she said much more relaxed "Sorry I was all loud, I just woke up."

"Oh sorry I didn't mean to wake you. I can call back."

"No it's fine. It's like eleven Am I need to get up. So what's happening?"

"Uh nothing much, I just thought maybe you'd want to come airsofting with me and my friends."

"Airsoft?" she asked "what's that? some sort of sex thing where you blow air on each other's dicks?" she asked sort of dead pan.

"No," I laughed, "It's like paintball but with BB guns."

"Oh. Does it hurt?" she asked.

"No only for like 10 seconds then you're fine."

"Okay yeah I'll go. Can you pick me up?"

"Yeah sure. What's your address?"

"315 El. Know it?"

"Yeah, course. I'll be there in 20."

"Cool see you then, Oh and what should I wear?"

"Long sleeves and close toed shoes."

"Great, see ya."

"See ya" I hung up.

I got my gear and loaded it into the van which I was borrowing from my dad. I was only 15 but I was 3 days away from getting my license and I've been driving on our ranch since I was 10 and My dad trusted me. I drove to 315 Elm and met her out on the driveway. Pulled the van carefully into a spot not 15 feet from her. She walked over. She was wearing a gray long sleeve shirt and the same jeans but blue and faded, She had on army boots and a camo baseball cap. She swung open the door and hopped down into the seat.

"Sup?" she asked noding her head.

"Sweet outfit you look like you've been prepared for this since birth." I said.

"My dad has the hat and I bought the boots for my brother and decided to keep them."

"lol. Nice." I put the van in gear and pulled out being careful to look in all directions before moving.

"What kind of music do you like?" I asked flippig channels on the radio.

"Hip hop." she answered.

I put the radio to the hip hop/rap channel, and a random song came on. It didn't know it because, as by the title of this book you can tell I only listen to AC/DC, Aerosmith, Def Lepard, and Bon jovi.