Monica had declared tonight date night, and Monty respectfully bowed out of the house for a few hours to give her privacy for her video call. In a bid for something to do that didnât feel like just waiting, because he didnât want to just wait around, heâd gone to Cheat Codes. Though his experiences with arcade games had predominantly come from earlier gaming consoles, rather than arcades, he still knew his way around one, and it had seemed like a good idea.
And, since heâd walked to the bar, was going to walk back, heâd decided to be fairly liberal with his drinking. Granted, it had also meant that by the time the hour had started to get late, his coordination had taken enough of a dip that heâd opted to sit at the bar with a beer and his phone and a plate of fries for a bit.
He hadnât been expecting anyone to address himânot from this side of the bar, at leastâbut when he looked up and over in surprise, there wasnât anyone else close enough for the man to have been talking to instead. âI guess,â Monty mused after a beat, dipping a fry into the little container of honey mustard his fries had come with.
âIt doesnât really feel like history, though. I mean, sure, this stuffâs older, but itâs still a staple of a lot of childhoods from the generations that have come after the first arcades, right?â
Logan also lifted his head up and turned to face the speaker with a casual smile. The vampire could smell the honey mustard from where he sat and to this day, it was not to his liking. Though a majority of food doesnât mix with your vampire palette does it mate? To ignore the smell of the dipping, Logan lifted his drink to his lips and sipped.
âIn a way yes, I suppose youâre correct. But the history can be in the actual games themselves. The creation of the games. The story behind it all.â His eyes searched the crowd then seeing the children and young adults choosing a machine of their choice. âIâm an old soul mate. The feeling a place such as this one gives off is different then choosing a game on a computer or TV flat with controllers.â Chuckling, Logan looked at Monty and quickly added, âNot that thereâs anything wrong with that of course. Give it a few more hundred years and perhaps one wonât even have to use their hands but have a chip on their temple that follows the same actions X, Y, A, and B do. Then our gaming system will be history.â