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[sub]A [@smarty0114] & [@Hey Im Jordan] collab
Featuring: A Double Bishop & Quincy Hart
Location: Captain Cuddles[/sub][/center]
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In a perfect world, A Double would be cramming pizza into his mouth, but this wasn’t a perfect world, and his girlfriend had bigger concerns. He didn’t exactly have a choice; he’d learned like three days ago, that this whole thing was just going to go better if he did what she wanted. So, here he was, standing next to Q while she was hitting button on an arcade cabinet. She was almost five dollars worth of quarters into it, and A Double had at least one thing going for him: pizza buffet.

[color=17aa99][b]“Are you gonna need more quarters soon?”[/b][/color] He asked, with a mouthful of delicious, gooey, greasy, cheesy, cheese filled crust meat lover’s pizza. At least he had pizza to make himself happy… not that Q was making him [i]un[/i]happy, it was just… she was so competitive. [color=17aa99][b]“I can get you some more. And some more pizza.”[/b][/color] The reality was he was just using Q’s buffet plate to fit more pizza and cheesy bread sticks on.

A Double’s voice broke through the din of clicking buttons and distant shouts, bringing Quincy out of her Time Crisis zone. Her plastic gun still leveled at the screen she looked over at A Double for just a moment, but that moment was long enough to leave her open to an enemy shot. The “Game Over” screen flashed, and the young stoner muttered a curse. Sighing, her gaze returned to her boyfriend - she still couldn’t quite believe she could say that - and his very cute, very kissable face. [color=ff0066][b]“Yeah, more quarters. And I need another root beer float,”[/b][/color] she said, wrapping an arm around A Double’s waist and heading towards the change dispenser.

The issue of the night was this: Q prided herself on two things in this world, her smoking skills, and her Time Crisis high score. It was an objective fact that she would never be able to smoke out A Double or Wyatt, so she held that Time Crisis score close to her heart. Except, it was not the high score anymore. In fact, it wasn’t even the second highest. Some game ninja had come along in the night, and beaten her score, not once, but twice. KIT, whoever that was, would be beaten. She hoped. The truth was, she’d yet to come close. Q was good, she’d practically lived at Captain Cuddles the past year or so, but this KIT person seemed to survive on Mountain Dew and video games, because no one else could possibly get a score that high. It baffled the blonde, but she was not about to give up. [color=ff0066][b]“Do you think I’d be better, or worse if I went outside and smoked a joint?”[/b][/color]

[color=17aa99][b]“Better. Always better.”[/b][/color] A Double said, sliding an arm around her shoulder as they moved toward the change dispenser. There were two reasons he gave that answer: reason one, he wanted to smoke a joint. Reason two… well, everyone played better when they were high! That was just like, a scientific fact. [color=17aa99][b]“Are you getting close? Her scores are pretty high, dude… It’s crazy. I can’t believe some [i]random[/i] person just shattered your scores… She’s probably pretty cool, don’t you think? Or do we hate her? I can’t tell what we’re supposed to do…”[/b][/color]

[color=ff0066][b]“Not even close,”[/b][/color] Q said, scowling as she fed a five into the change dispenser. Twenty quarters fell out of the machine into a metal cup, jangling with the sound of money and hope for a win. [color=ff0066][b]“I haven’t decided if I hate her or respect the fuck out of her. It’s very confusing. I don’t lose often,”[/b][/color] Q replied. She shoved the quarters into the pocket of her jacket, and when she pulled her hand back out, a joint was resting between her fingers. She held it up to A Double, and headed for the door, pushing out into the chilly LA air.

Outside of Captain Cuddles, cars crawled by, and the honking horns of LA traffic came from all directions, near and far. She turned down an alley to the right, where people young and old were posted up against the walls. The smell of cigarettes and weed was in the air, and Q fished out a lighter to add to it. Quincy lit the joint deftly, and took a hit off it before passing it to A Double. [color=ff0066][b]“If I can’t beat that score, my career as a gamer is done. I’ll have to retire. This could be the end of an era, babe.”[/b][/color]

As A Double took it, he nodded as he held it up to his lips, holding in the smoke, he spoke. [color=17aa99][b]“Nah, it’s okay. You just gotta like…”[/b][/color] A Double let the smoke pour from his lungs as he thought about how to phrase his next words. He didn’t want to come off like an asshole, especially not to Quincy, who was definitely fragile… A Double had to be careful! Women were hard, that much was true... he and Wyatt were [i]both[/i] finding that out, in their own adventures. [color=17aa99][b]“What if you met her, right, and then you guys got the [i]sickest[/i] co-op high score?”[/b][/color]

A Double was treading lightly. He had to do his best, and make sure that he didn’t pick a fight… [color=17aa99][b]“Because like, that would be awesome. If you guys are [i]both[/i] this dope at the game, think about what would happen if you combined your skills! It’d be like in Dragon Ball Z when Goku and Vegeta put on the Potara earrings and became one super powerful entity!”[/b][/color] A Double hit the blunt again before he passed it back over to Quincy, all smiles once more. [color=17aa99][b]“I think that’d be great…”[/b][/color]

Quincy inhaled, and held for a moment, mulling over A Double’s suggestion. Co-op high score? That could be something. Leave it to A Double to find the positive in this situation. Taking another hit, Quincy passed the joint back, smiling. [color=ff0066][b]“Have I ever told you that you’re like, the nicest person I know?”[/b][/color] she asked, leaning into him as the calming effects of the marijuana worked its way through her body.

A Double frowned, confusion apparent on his face. He wasn’t sure where that had come from, or what he had done to [i]deserve[/i] such nice praise, but he was at least smart enough to not complain about it. Compliments were compliments, and compliments meant so much more when they came from someone you loved! A Double just smiled and leaned back into her, stealing a kiss on her cheek. [color=17aa99][b]“See? Now we just have to figure out how to find her! Maybe we can like… lure her with Doritos? Do you think she likes Doritos?”[/b][/color]

Quincy laughed. [color=ff0066][b]“Who doesn’t like Doritos? The real question is Nacho Cheese, or Cool Ranch? What if she’s a Spicy Nacho kinda girl?”[/b][/color] Quincy plucked the joint from him and inhaled before passing it back. A wave of inspiration flowed over her and her face lit up with an idea. [color=ff0066][b]“What if we hold like a tournament at Burntown or something? If she’s that good, there’s no way she could resist, and if she doesn’t show, then how cool can she be? We could bring out a TV, hook up Mortal Kombat or something. I think my mom’s probably got a generator we could borrow.”[/b][/color]

[color=17aa99][b]“Whoa… that could be cool! I have a PS4 we could use, but I don’t have, like Mortal Kombat… I only got Tekken 7, do you think that would work? I got all the DLC, though!”[/b][/color] A Double seemed proud of himself for that fact, though the reality was he just had his mother’s credit card and he’d used it to buy a couple of fighters in Tekken. [color=17aa99][b]“I even have a T.V. we can use! It’s not the best, but it’ll work. I bet that could work…”[/b][/color]

[color=ff0066][b]“Even better!”[/b][/color]

He leaned back and tapped his chin, thinking to himself. [color=17aa99][b]“I mean, that just leaves one thing… what’s the prize?”[/b][/color]

[color=ff0066][b]“Easy. We smoke ‘em out, and buy them tacos. What more could a person want?”[/b][/color] Q replied nonchalantly. Hanging out with them, smoking their weed, and getting tacos? Really, what else could somebody ask for?