“I used to come here all the time after work.” Jill chuckles, the sound unintentionally provocative in nature. That’s just how her voice is. Or maybe it’s the fact that she’s almost a decade or two older than you.

Sliding her credit card the bsaa funds into the correct slot, she taps the buttons on the ridiculously large screen to pay for a single card. She tries to keep you in the dark about how much she spends on you; but, all the currency she just put on the damn thing says a lot.

“Whaddya wanna play first, baby?” she asks, handing you the gamecard. the thick piece of polyvinyl chloride decorated in bright, almost neon. shades of green and pink. Very retro.

“You get to choose. Since this is our first date in a while.”