Colin took a deep breath.
“You’re sure you’re ready for this?” Wendy asked as she looked him dead in the eyes.
“As ready as I can be.” Colin replied.
“Can I count on you out there?” Wendy said unblinking.
“You can.” Colin nodded.
“I didn’t hear you.” Wendy said.
“You can count on me.” Colin smiled.
“Louder!” Wendy glared.
“You can count on me!” Colin spoke louder.
“LEMME HEAR YOU, ARE YOU WITH ME?!” Wendy shouted.
“I’M WITH YOU!!!!” Colin shouted.
“LET’S DO THIS!!!!!!!” Wendy shouted, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Colin shouted back as they walked up to the counter.
“Two riders for the Kart Loop, please.” Wendy smiled.
The weirded-out cashier said nothing and hit some buttons on his keyboard.
They went past the mini golf sign up desk, through the cluttered tables covered in half eaten nachos and split soda, and right through the row of those rigged as hell claw machines, especially the Squashmellow one with that stupid Goldragon she wasted so much cash trying to grab-
“Wendy, I think that’s ours.” Colin said as he pointed straight ahead.
And there it was; two worn leather seats that smelled of chili cheese dogs and back sweat, steering wheel at the front, jury-rigged water balloon launcher in the back, scuffed wheels, faded blue number eight.
“Alright, I know this track like the back of my hand, I’ll drive and you’ll just have to hit the targets. Aim for the green ones.” Wendy said.
“And remember, try not to hit the skulls and- Colin? Hello?”
The pink haired woman looked over her boyfriend’s face and saw the huge beads of sweat running down.
“Wait, I’m gonna be shooting water balloons at everybody else?” Colin asked nervously.
“Yeah what’s the big…. oh.” Wendy frowned.
Her eyes narrowed like daggers at the giggling idiots that saw them talking strategy. Her nostrils flared as she watched those thirsty sorority sisters oh so subtly slip their bras off and stuff them in their purses. She could only scowl at that bleach blonde bitch flashing her man the minute the staff looked away. Colin looked basically everywhere except at that little hoe’s stiff uneven pink nipples; for once she as happy to see an angry mom heading her way.
“You know what? I’ll let you take the wheel if you want to.” Wendy smiled.
“Alright, who’s sitting where?” asked a tired looking employee.
Colin decided that he was gonna-