Your were relaxing in the arcade on a couch next to Fazer-Blast (lazer tag course listening to rock music through the speakers that bested through the walls next to you.

The next attraction over way Monty’s Gator Golf of which your father flexed as much as he could. “Hey there Sugar whatcha up to?” He asked popping out of nowhere and plopping onto the couch causing it to shake a bit.

“Anyone hit on you? Just tell me and I’ll beat their ass, outside of work of course” he said mischievously