Izzy Kane and Jacob wander into the arcade. The noise is a wall of voices and arcade machines shouting to be heard.Izzy shields her eyes with her hand as the fshing lights assault her; she slowly gets used to the chaos.

  Cane reaches into his pocket and produces several packs of earplugs and hands them to Izzy and Jacob. “This will help,” he says as he puts them in his own ears.

  Izzy, now adjusted to the lights and ears plugged from the noise, is left with the strange smell of spilled soda and pizza and cheap popcorn, the essential smells of an arcade. The arcade is busy; there must be 40 people in the room, the most she has seen in one pce since she moved to the ranch.

  She spots a group having a birthday party gathered at the back. It makes her feel nostalgic. Others are just milling around, eating pizza, ughing, and pying. There is also one reptile-looking creature who is only visible when he stomps his feet down on the pads of a Dance Dance Revolution machine. The screen shows he is at a 50x combo. The effect is surreal to see; she keeps gncing over as they make their way to the token machine.

  She and Jacob cash in 20 bucks each and set about pying games. They come to a skeeball table; there are only two nes, so Izzy and Jacob step up first. The 3 balls drop down and are ready. Izzy flings the first ball and gets 0 points. Jacob slings it and gets 50. Cane watches with an amused grin on his face.

  The second ball of Izzy's spins wildly and flies in a perfect arch, ready to hit the 1000-point hole, only to veer at the st second and get 0 points. Jacob throws his second ball; it bounces and slides, just barely making it onto the board before falling into the 0 hole. He ughs, “I never was very good at this.”

  Izzy is lost in concentration when she lines up her shot. She takes several practice swings, then rolls the ball; it hits the bump and flies onto the board; it rolls down and slips into the 50-point hole. “HA! I got points!” she excims.

  “Hey, is that Space Harrier?” Jacob says and wanders greedily towards the machine.

  “Not bad for a rookie,” Cane ughs, standing next to Izzy.

  “Yeah, think you can do better?” she gres at him.

  “I do,” he gres back.

  “Are you willing to bet on it?” he smirks.

  “Depends on what the bet is. Are bragging rights not enough?” she says, crossing her arms.

  “Oh, I can think of some things we can wager on.” He turns away, hiding his face.

  “How about if you win, I give you a kiss?” she smirks.

  “And if you win,” he wiggles his eyebrows at her, “do you get a kiss?”

  She ughs, “I was thinking if I win, you do our undry.”

  “It's a deal, but it better be a good kiss, he smiles.

  They stand side by side, putting tokens in the machine, and the balls drop down. Izzy makes her first throw, and she hits the side of the ne, the ball twirling unpredictably, nding in the thousand-point hole.

  “Yeah, beat that,” she says with glee.

  Cane casually picks up a ball and throws it, hitting the 1000-point hole. He shrugs.

  She glowers and picks up her second ball and gives it a throw; it flies true and nds on the backboard and rolls down, hitting a 50-point hole. “Hey, not the worst ball I have ever thrown.”

  Cane picks up his next ball and again throws a thousand points without a struggle.

  “How are you doing that?” Izzy looks at him confused. Picking up her third and final ball, she takes a long time making several practice throws before letting the ball go. It flies down the ne and shoots up off the ramp far too hard, hitting the top of the backboard and rolling down down down into the 0-point hole. Cane smirks.

  Izzy's heart flutters as Kane casually throws his third ball, getting another thousand points. He smiles. “I have a lot of practice here.” As the tickets are popping out of the machine, he smiles, “Pay up.” Izzy ughs. The entire event feels so very childish to her but at the same time romantic.

  She shrugs and grabs his hand, moving them to the side of a machine out of general view. She smiles at him, “Ready?” she asks seeing he is nervous she ughs softly. “Its ironic he has moments of confidence and shyness. Also, it's silly; I have literally been filled with his cum.” She feels her chest flush. “Ugh, no, you don't get a vote, she mentally yells at her vagina. She focuses back on Cane.

  He steps close to her, his height a few inches taller than her; she tips her head back as their lips touch. She feels him press into her, his thickness. She parts her lips, and they make out. She pushes him away. “I promised a kiss, not second base,” she says, brushing her hair down and looking around for where Jacob went.

  Cane feels a fsh of desire but points to a big row of coin pusher machines. She heads in that direction, and Cane watches her go before following; he adjusts himself discreetly.

  Jacob spots Izzy and Cain. “I love these machines,” he states with excitement. He is quickly feeding his tokens into it. Each one nds on the field and does nothing of note. But Jacob is none the less hooked.

  Izzy and Cane stand and watch him as he puts half his tokens in the machine. Cane reaches behind Izzy and puts his hand on her far side in a familiar way, like a couple watching their child py a silly game. Izzy gives him a gre, and he moves his hand back. ‘Rejected,’ he says to himself.