Boxing Partners

It's Verbatim and It's Shakin'

"Clementine? Wake up! I got breakfast in bed!" Violet yelled, kneeling on top of the brunette. The girl groaned, moving her hands up to her face and rubbing her eyes, bleary-eyed to the sunlight around her.

"Vi? What time is it?"

"It's 10, I let you sleep it, we got the Pre-wedding party today and guess what we're doing tomorrow?"

"Getting married?"

"Why are you in such a bad mood? We're getting MARRIED!!!"

"because I just woke up no less than a minute ago and your yelling at me?"

"Fine, but I have breakfast, it's your favourite, sourdough toast with avocado slices, pepper, salt and a poached egg on top"

"you didn't?? you're the best person in the entire world."

"I know, anyway, I wonder what they've got planned for us later," the blonde said, climbing off her fiancé, propping up a couple of pillows and handing Clementine her breakfast.

"mm, this is delicious, you should cook more often. And I heard that we're being taking to a theme park, or at least that's what the address they sent us tells us."

"oo, maybe it's one of those novelty boxing things?"

"I would love that, but what about paintball? Bet you ten bucks it's paintball"

"deal, we haven't played that since we moved, do you want to check the website?"

"that would spoil it though"

"Finish your breakfast, I'll be in the shower if you want to join

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"we're here and what did I say, it was paintball!" the brunette spoke, "pay up"

"dang it, I'm not complaining though, I've missed this. Reminds me of the good moments of my dad." Violet voiced, gently squeezing her soon-to-be wife's hand.

Examining the area there was a front building which looked like your standard run of the mill, pop up shack, almost like a shipping container, it was dimly lit, the type of orange warm bulb you'd find in an old cellar but none the less that was just the entrance, obviously there had been some kind of effort been into decorating this tunnel. Sheets of plastic camouflage with a spectrum of greens and browns were laid along the walls.

Behind that, there was a more substantial building, the same height and design as the previous one but a more modern interior. The cool white blinding haze, the foam type square tiles on the ceiling, but what stood out most is the desk, looking like it had been thrown together with scraps of plywood, like that was the goal, to be all rustic. On the sides, the same cheap-looking camouflage sheets hiding the wires to the dusty keyboard and monitor on top. Next to the computer was an A4 laminated piece of paper, listing the activities, how many people involved and the corresponding prices all next to them, directly adjacent to the sheet was a red-painted bell although it was worn, the paint chipping at the sides, it did its purpose.

"there's no one here, maybe we're early?" Clementine broke the eerie silence; the piercing sound of the bell filled the room alerting a tall, long-haired blonde man with black frame glasses from the back room.

"Good morning ladies, what can I do for you?" the man smiled, the brunette looked down to his name tag reading 'Wyatt'

"Yes um, we're looking for a guy called Louis, it's our pre-wedding party" Violet announced

"Right! You must be Clementine and Violet!, the gear is out back along with your friends, as policy hears the health and safety brochure. Have you played paintball before?"