1960s // jally one shots

6!

prompt : "don't hesitate, just kiss me."

modern!gang

did i do the exclamation mark thing right did i???

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of course two-bit wanted to do laser tag for his birthday. it was being able to shoot guns with no consequences. obviously, the first thing the kid suggested was paint ball, but, judging by soda's expression, we thought it'd be best to go with something a little less dangerous.

we were currently squished on the bench in the instruction room, watching some dumb video about safety. none of us were really paying attention, though. ponyboy was struggling to slide his vest on, earning an aggravated grunt from his oldest brother as he loosened the straps and yanked the thing down. two bit was mumbling some obscene song with an outrageous amount of cuss words. sodapop was messing with steve, laughing his ass off whenever steve showed ant sign of annoyance.

when the screen faded to black, a lady appeared from the corner of the dim space and asked if we wanted to do teams. we all agreed upon no, except two-bit. and because it was his 19th birthday, he got to decide if we do teams or not, and who was on what team.

of course he picked ponyboy, for his speed and small frame. then he chose sodapop and steve for some reason; i was left with johnny and darry. they weren't the two best picks- darry being too "mature" for a kid's game and johnny being too scared to shoot anyone, even as a joke. but i'd work with it.

the gang flooded into the neon room, the two groups immediately separating to opposite sides of the arena. and we waited for the robot clock to count down from 5 to 0.

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someone screamed- i assumed two-bit- and chaos broke through. it seemed none of us were too fond of obeying the rules. i realized this because about three seconds after the game started, i noticed steve falling off the top with a string of unwritable words of the stairs after being pushed by soda- who was on his fucking team. i laughed and shook my head at their utter stupidity before running to find one of the bastards.

i ran passed darry, who was obviously too cool to participate. one of his legs was propped up against the wall and he was just watching everyone else's tomfoolery. i sighed. i guess it's four against two.

i started spraying lasers when i noticed an oblivious ponyboy, who was pointing at the light-up cube in the corner. when he heard his vest beep and give out, he screamed, twirled around, and raised his eyebrows at me. he immediately sprinted towards my direction, destined to tackle me, i suppose. but i swerved away just in time, causing him to plummet onto the colorful carpet.

"fuck you," he groaned.

then i was off again, getting people out left and right. everyone was pretty easy. except two-bit, who literally pounced on my back and dug his fingers under my vest. i had to slam him against the wall multiple times before he finally let go of me and i shot him right in the chest. he yelled and blurred out some weird old speech about how he had a good life and all that. this obviously got a complaint from one of the refs.