Disguise (on hold)

Disguise Part Six

Chapter Six 

The arcade came to life as I slapped Nate's chest in disbelief.  

"You booked out this entire place for us?" 

"Uh, I thought you'd like it..." He trailed off uncertainly.  

"I don't like it," I said turning around seeing his face fall.  

"I'm sor-" 

"I love it!" I squealed like a little girl that just got a pony for Christmas, running over to one of the games.  

"Woah, slow down you're going to need these." He said pulling a handful of tokens out of his pocket. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the games. Lights pulsed to life around me in the dark arcade. Noises rang out from the games, shouting for someone to play them.  

"Hey want to have a go at that one?" Nate asked pointing at the closet gun game. 

"Typical male..." I muttered under my breath, but unable to keep the smile of my face. "Ready to get your ass kicked by a girl?" 

"Bring it." I picked up the gun, smirking evilly at Nate as the game started. A couple of minutes later all of Nate's team was dead and I was the winner.  

"You cheated." He stated, pouting. 

"Nope, that was pure talent that just beat you." 

"More like heaps of practice."  

"How did you know that I loved arcades?" I asked curiously. I had never told anyone that once every fortnight or so I would go out to the arcade after I joined the Agency. 

"I would see you go out all the time and return with some sort of fluffy toy you had won. I kind of just guessed you liked arcades." He said leaning against a whack-a-mole machine.  

"Thanks." I said sincerely before quickly changing the subject. "Want to me to kick your butt at car racing now?" 

"You can try. I had a car racing thing like this as I child. I was the champion." He gloated. 

"Sure you were." 

"I was!"  

"Okay, let's race then." I challenged sitting down on one of the chairs, choosing my car and racer. Nate snickered, sitting down in the chair next to me. The game started and Nate and I put our game faces on. We were silent except for the occasional mumble of a swear word or a quiet 'yes' whenever we were in the lead. ¬¬¬ As the final lap neared the end Nate was still in front by a position or two. I pushed my car to go as fast as I could finally going over the finish line barely a second before Nate. 

"What? Where did you even come from?" Nate said outraged, looking across at me. He got up out of the chair looking at me in disbelief. 

"Someone's a sore loser." I laughed, standing up and poking him in the stomach. I started to walk away before his arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back.  

"That hurt." He said dramatically before poking me back. I laughed turning out of his grasp poking him again. I ran away, through the maze of the arcade as the bright lights flashed around me. Nate caught up to me and picked me up from behind, my legs kicking out as he chuckled.  

"Fine I give up." I let out a fake scowl as Nate put me down and turned me around to face him.  

"Are there any games you suck at by any chance?" Nate asked. I pretended to think about it. 

"Well...No, not really." I pondered dramatically 

"Liar." Nate declared. "I'll tickle it out of you."