THE FLEET FLIGHT

                                     Back when "counter strike" was still the king of online RPG's, I was an addict of the said game. My friends and I used to roam around the city and play at any decent (means cheap, to us anyway) computer gaming shop. We sometimes even cut classes back in high school just to satisfy the irrepressible urge that's coming out of our metaphorical asses and cunts. Only to be quenched by the ever dripping and ever sweet sensation provided by shooting fellow addict's characters, stabbing them stealthily behind the back, sniping their characters' head off, throwing grenades when they're huddling for safety behind a crate or in a basement or blinding them with a flash bang grenade while watching them shoot blindly like crazy then stab them at the back! Oh! Those were the days! Oh my god! hahaha!

                                      One day, my friends and I went to a computer game shop at the city plaza. We were certain that we haven't been in this computer gaming shop because, none of us remember that we ever went. So, we went with our spirits so high. Looking for a worthy opponent. God, how the smirk on our faces looked when we saw that all the players in this computer game shop are pretty good. Man we were pumped!

We were gonna ask the cute lady manager which pc's are vacant and where would we sit when suddenly, she asked my friend, "Hey you, you're the one right? "

We all froze. My friend was startled and asked with a dumb look on his face, "Me?"

"Yes. You. You're the one who hasn't paid two weeks ago!" The lady manager said firmly.

My friends shrugged his shoulders, "What? But I'd never been here before."

"Have you really been here before?" I asked

"Have you?" Our other friends repeated.

"Of course not!" Our friend reiterated.

"Hey! Isn't this the guy who didn't pay two weeks ago?" Asked the lady manager to her assistant.

It just took a glance for the male assistant to recognize our friend, "Yes! That's definitely the one."

"You lying bastard! You owe us 4 hours of game time! Are you gonna pay now? Hey! Where are you going?" Yelled the manager.

Our friend suddenly took off and went running down the stairs three steps at a time without even warning us!

"Who's going to pay for his dues among you?

We all shrugged our shoulders, then looked at each other, then nodded. 

We all took off as fast as our fleet sets of feet could go!  Giggling loudly! And we could hear the manager yelling at us at the top of her lungs!