Date: October 23, 2011 Characters: Isaac Greenberg, Brianna Davidson Location: Laser Tag Status: Private Summary: Isaac is a creative dater. Completion: incomplete
Well this was a first. Last time she'd gone for Laser tag she'd been in high school. Never thought that over 10 years later she'd be revisiting that particular skill set. Still, with as goofy-charming as Isaac had been, she'd figured it wouldn't hurt to step outside the boundaries of what she considered acceptable dating outings. She just hoped she didn't lose.
She smoothed her t-shirt and light sweater down as she approached the entrance, figuring casual was better when you were trying to to figuratively kill someone. That it was a first date, however platonic, made the irony all the stranger.
"Mr. Greenberg." She said when she saw him. "Glad to see your schedule cleared up." She eyed the equipment in hand. "So, just how many times am I going to be shot tonight?" At least it wasn't paintball.
He stood up when she came in, holding out the vest and gun to her.
"Thanks for being patient, I didn't think I'd have to much after school work to do, but I took on some extracurricular stuff for the gifted program." He hefted on his own vest, giving her a sly look over. She was pretty, he decided. "The shooting depends on how fast you are on your feet. I'm not an expert, really. Haven't played in years."
"Not a problem. I've been putting in some extra work myself, trying to put in a proposal to my boss for some extended services." If it didn't take, she'd just freelance from somewhere else. But she hoped Jason was smart enough to see the logic of it. "How's the program going, then? The gifted one?"
She studied him. "Oh, fast enough. Though running's not my preferred method of exercise." She snapped on the vest and hefted the gun to her shoulder, glad she'd worn black for the evening, it would make her blend in, she hoped. "So, how many shots makes for a kill?"
"Oh? What kind of services?" He headed toward the open door. "Oh, it's all right, I like working with the bright kids. They're not the best artists necessarily, but they've got crazy good imaginations."
"Three, I think." He tapped the light indicator on his chest. "It goes from green to yellow to red and red is dead."
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She smoothed her t-shirt and light sweater down as she approached the entrance, figuring casual was better when you were trying to to figuratively kill someone. That it was a first date, however platonic, made the irony all the stranger.
"Mr. Greenberg." She said when she saw him. "Glad to see your schedule cleared up." She eyed the equipment in hand. "So, just how many times am I going to be shot tonight?" At least it wasn't paintball.
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"Thanks for being patient, I didn't think I'd have to much after school work to do, but I took on some extracurricular stuff for the gifted program." He hefted on his own vest, giving her a sly look over. She was pretty, he decided. "The shooting depends on how fast you are on your feet. I'm not an expert, really. Haven't played in years."
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She studied him. "Oh, fast enough. Though running's not my preferred method of exercise." She snapped on the vest and hefted the gun to her shoulder, glad she'd worn black for the evening, it would make her blend in, she hoped. "So, how many shots makes for a kill?"
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"Three, I think." He tapped the light indicator on his chest. "It goes from green to yellow to red and red is dead."
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