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There. Red vest to my left.

Raising my gun, I pulled the trigger. My laser hit the person’s vest and the wailing of it shutting down made me smile. I ducked behind another, barely missing an opposing team member’s laser. Crouching in hiding, I could tell someone was on my tail. Cassy, who was on my team, ran by, tracking down the enemy. As she passed, a red team member’s vest appeared from around a corner. I smirked. Gotcha.

After a few quick fires from my gun, I ran to the corner of the arena. From here, I could see down both sides and no one could see me unless they turned down the hall.\

“Well, hello there, babe.”

I spun around and raised my laser gun. Brawnson was leaning against the wall, looking as chill as ever, even though we were in a war zone. I narrowed my eyes into slits.

“What do you want, honey?”

He grinned and shrugged, his vest blinking the opposite color as mine. “Just thought I should take the opportunity that my girlfriend and I are alone in a corner.”

I rolled my eyes and shot him. His vest wailed and the lights turned off, but he didn’t react to it one bit.

“Get out of here while you still can,” I told him. “We’re going to beat you in this game.”

Brawnson laughed. “Can I, at least, get a kiss before I leave?”

I folded my arms, one hand holding my gun. “Can’t we save this for a different time. The care will be open at the end of the group date.”

He smirked, then stepped closer to me. “Come on, just one?”

I pushed him away playfully. “Now you’re just teasing me.”

Brawnson laughed aloud ruffled my hair. “You know you love it, though.”

Smirking, I grabbed him by the vest and pulled him in. He wrapped an arm around my waist, and despite the bulky laser tag gear. Brawnson was able to pull me close. I let my gun slip out of my hand and I allowed my fingers to curl around my boyfriend’s neck. He pulled away just enough to whisper: “Mia…”

My vest wailed. I gasped and pulled away, looking down at my dark equipment. No blue lights were on. When I looked up at Brawnson’s face, he grinned mischievously,

“Gotcha.”

The next thing I knew, I was standing alone in the corner of the laser tag arena, my cheeks burning and heart pounding. Then, it hit me. With a sly, determined smile, I picked up my dangling laser gun. My vest turned back on and I pulled the trigger of the gun, activating the laser.

“You’re going down, pretty boy.”