Page 60 of Crash and Burn
He flips me off.
“He really is,” Minx whispers. Raze shoots her a glare and she shrugs.
“I’m ready if y’all are,” Marley states.
“Let’s go play some games then,” I say.
We throw our trash away and head to the games. The first one we stop at is a target water shooting horse race.
“We can all four play this together!” Minx says.
“What do we do,” Marley asks.
“You use the water gun to shoot the target. When you hit the target, it makes the horse move forward. First one to the finish line wins,” I explain to her.
“Oh, cool. I’ll play,” she says.
I hand the carny money for me and Marley to play and we pick our seats. Raze and Minx take their seat on either side of us and the count down for the race begins. At the bell, I hit the button to spray the water, doing my best to aim at the bullseye. The bell rings again, signaling a winner as Minx jumps up, cheering.
“Way to go, Minx.” Marley high fives her.
“Congrats, here’s your prize.” The carny hands Minx a small, plush purple dragon.
“Good game, babe.” Raze kisses the top of her head.
“What next,” Marley asks.
“There’s the bottle game, balloon darts, ring toss. Take your pick,” I tell her.
“Balloon darts sounds fun. Let’s do that,” she says.
The balloon darts game is a couple booths down. We walk over to it and there’s a couple already playing. While we wait our turn, I notice at least half the balloons on the board have already been popped. That makes it a bit more challenging. My eyes rake over the prizes. They have three different prize levels. A small one, a medium and a big one. The big ones aren’t huge, though. My eyes land on a prize that would be perfect for Marley. A princess tiara. When the couple in front of us finish, we step forward.
“Do you want to try first,” I ask Marley.
“Sure.” She smiles.
“Three for her and three for me, please.” I hand the carny some cash. In return, he hands us each three darts.
“Go ahead, Princess.” I step to the side to give her space.
She surveys the balloons on the board. After a minute, she holds up a dart, aims and throws it. She misses, hitting the middle of a giant empty space.
“Shit,” she mutters.
“You still have two more darts. Try again,” I encourage her.
She tries again, missing both times but laughs it off.
“Your turn, Romeo.” She pats me on the chest.
“How ‘bout a kiss for good luck?”
She rolls her eyes with a smile then kisses me on the cheek. My first throw hits a balloon.
“Eek! Nice throw,” she tells me. I smirk at her before throwing another. The second one misses. I throw my third and final dart, hitting a balloon.
“Woohoo!” Marley cheers.
