It was another of those times you didn't ask where Jack had acquired something from. This time it was a few arcade machines. Which had been suitably adapted to work in their new location and the best part was for free. It was just as he'd said, there was DDR two of them together, a rather worn but still none the less working original Pacman and
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"... classic. Wicked classic."
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He gestured to the shooting game. "You play?"
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"Yeah, I have been known to, then again it was more Owens thing, he used to hog the machine, me I used to go down to the range we had and actually shoot things."
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He picked up the gun from the game and waved it at the screen with a grin. "You wanna go?" He was tempted to try to shark'm -- play without his glasses first and then with -- but maybe he shouldn't. Not someone he has to live with.
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"Why not." Jack was a conman after all and knew a few tricks too, but he wasn't going to, not the best example for him to set, for now.
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He digs into his jacket breast pocket and pulls out a thick pair of glasses, sliding them on self-conciously. "I will own you."
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"A challenge, I like a challenge." Jack grinned and pointed. "You're choice!"
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He picks up the gun from the game and hits the two-player button. "HIgh score wins. No continues."
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"Yeah, talk about friendly. I mean I was welcomed and they didn't want me to leave one place for a while, it got exhausting there, then again I've been run out of others I'd have love to have stayed. This is the life of an intergalactic playboy, well former."
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"Former intergalactic playboy, huh?" He picked off the first two targets in the game. "What happen, James Bond catch up with ya?"
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.... yep.
Rock.
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