The Adventures of Sidney and Calvin (closed)

Calvin Smith let out a long yawn as he watched his most recent opponent leave, heading shaking. The glow of the screen in front of him flickered as large letters appeared on his screen. He took a slight glance at the empty arcade console of his previous opponent, large numbers appearing and counted down. The Ultimate Marvel vs Capcom 3 theme started, the electronic sounds pulsed; it was a reassuring sound for Calvin as it was one of the main games he practiced. That was victim number five and the skill level to decrease with each new challenger. The splash screen vanished and returned with familiar words, "Insert 2 coin(s)", as the time for the credits ran out.

The arcade, named Battlestar, was like Calvin's second home. He spent most of his waking hours there due to his job as manager of the small arcade; he often split his leisure time between the arcade and the game store across the street. While it wasn't a glamours job, he enjoyed it; often jokingly called the Captain by coworkers. It was one of the last few true arcades left in Seattle and he was proud to be a part of it.

On the street, one couldn't really notice the arcade. It was located in the seedier part of the city and the exterior made it fit right in. The neon sign outside was run down, often off and at best flickered occasionally. But once you breached the doors, it was a world that pulled on the bits of nostalgia deep inside.

Inside, things were alive. Once you entered, you were greeted by the ever hungry coin machine, there were others inside in various places, but this was the largest by far. It readily devoured your bills only to vomit dull golden coins, stamped with a battleship on one side and a crown on the other, for you to feed the other machines under its domain. Its children waited for you to deplete your stash and return for more, not caring if you returned in rage or glee.

The lights were dim to nonexistent, depending on the area you were in, most of the illumination coming from the glow of the machines. To the left of the coin machine was a room with an array of pinball machines. The lights flashed and goaded you to spend your coins to see if you could beat the scantily clad bikini babes of Bally Bikini. Others down the line ranged from Star Trek to Star Wars placing the universe in your hands.

To the right was the more kid friendly section where one could earn tickets to redeem for prizes. The room were bright, showing different types of UFO games where you could capture cute plushies with what seemed like a claw that couldn't lift anything even if it was tied to it. Wack-a-mole games were present and skee and basketball machines were not omitted. Black lights surrounded the air hockey table in the middle of the room, the whir of the table coming to live and the clang of the metal puck rang regularly throughout the day.

But that wasn't where Calvin was, not where he felt at home. No, he was in the depths of the arcade's musty belly. Continuing straight from the entrance, things became darker and danker. The only illumination came from the small screens of each arcade console. Time Crisis, House of the Dead and other shooting games lined one side, while fighting games like Street Fighter 4 and Tekken was set in the middle. Lining the right wall were other miscellaneous games like Cruis'n USA and a couple of Japanese imports. Calvin took a look around at the people around him as he sat at a pair of Marvel vs Capcom 3 consoles, the concentration on their face apparent as their face was cast with neon blue from the screens.

Looking down at his watch, he noticed that it was 10:30, the arcade was about to in about thirty minutes. He raised his arms up and stretched, contemplating if he should pack up as there didn't seem to be any new challengers lingering around. Goosebumps ran across his arms as he was only clad in a black SF4 tee-shirt, blue jeans and black converse sneakers. They fit snugly on his lanky six foot frame. He forgot how chilly the arcade could get; usually his body raced with adrenaline making him forget about most things.

Tousling his messy medium length dark brown hair with his right hand, Calvin made up his mind to leave until his hazel eyes, mostly brown with errant green splotches which seemed to move around his iris, landed on a girl sauntering towards his direction. Her hair had a glow to it, seemingly drawing in the life of the neon lights that emitted from the machines. While it was too dark to make out any of her details, the silhouette seemed familiar to Calvin. He paused, unsure of her final destination.

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Calvin was surprised when the boisterous woman stopped at the machine next to him. He thought he saw the upswept curve of her lips from the distance, but as she approached it became more and more ominous. He saw that it was a knowing smile, something premeditated. There wasn't something around that made her smile; some hilarious event that occurred as she approached. No, he knew she was thinking about something; something that titillated her enough to cause those pearly whites to peak out from her plush lips.

Did she know something he didn't? He couldn't tell; her taunt was confident and echoed in his mind. Fighting games were one of Calvin's greatest passions, aside from eating and women. Sure, he enjoyed them when he was younger as did everyone, playing Street Fighter 2 and Mortal Combat 2 on his Sega Genesis with his siblings. But things didn't really take off until 2008 when he attended Evolution 2009, the premiere fighting game tournament in the world.Calvin had never seen such a high concentration of skill before and everything else is history. Since then, Calvin has dedicated himself to improving his skills though life often finds a way to ruin such desires. There were bills to pay and a lack of good training partners didn't help either. Though in the most recent Evo, he participated and placed in the top 100 in both SF4 and MvC3. A good showing from the thousands of other participants.

Maybe she knew him from his accomplishments? Someone visiting from the other coasts? He eyed the attractive woman, her olive eyes seemed full of life. Reaching into his pocket, he swiftly pulled out two dull golden coins and confidently slipped them into the machine. He paused for a second, a distaste formed in his mouth as he realized she essentially goaded him into this. His finger slammed down on the button adorned with two stick figures. "You can handle my ass anyday, missy." He spoke crudely, returning her challenge, as the character select music blared out of the machines in front of them. The corner of his lips pulled up in a smirk. His opponents always started off confident but ended up leaving dejected.

He turned and placed his hands on the joystick and buttons, moving his cursor around the character select screen. Calvin felt that he had seen her before, there weren't many people with teal hair roaming around Seattle. He turned his head slightly to take a peek at her. Unintentionally, a light gulp escaped Calvin's lips as he took a once over his new opponent with his peripheral vision. He couldn't see much of her in this dim light; her thick camouflage jacket covered up most of her frame but slim toned legs peaked out from underneath, enough to make his imagination run wild. Calvin wasn't something to be disappointed about himself. While a quick glance would write him off as skin and bones, his frame was full of lean and taut due to years of competitive swimming in high school. While being a bit removed from such fit times, most of the work did not disappear as moving the hefty arcade consoles were exhausting themselves.

Obviously distracted, he was startled as the machine yelled at him, the character select screen counting down the seconds before the match started. He quickly went to select his joke team comprised of MODOK, Frank West, and Jubilee. While the characters had their strengths, they hardly worked together. But it was fun as MODOK was a comically large head, Frank West was essentially a hobo. And Jubilee... well she was just easy on the eyes.

His right hand strummed the buttons while his left jerked the joystick left and right as he prepared himself for the match ahead. He turned his head fully at Sidney now, flashing her a toothy grin, the black lights and light from the screen giving it tint of blue glow. "I hope your ass is ready," his voice defiant with a lewd undertone.

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It was hard not to underestimate her. She was cute, vivacious, and even smelled nice. When was the last time his nose had the privilege of an enjoyable smell in the dingy arcade? She didn't have the aura of a fake 'gamer girl' though; if that were the case she'd be flaunting her body and making a scene to draw a crowd. Though when she shoved back her hat and the vibrant teal hair contrasted against the darker shades that appeared black, Calvin began to question that too.

Her lips were expressive as taunts rumbled out of her mouth, her voice husky and svelte. Her vulgar speech seemed like second nature to her much to Calvin's delight; Calvin couldn't stand people who were politically correct and held back what they really wanted to say. Her last statement caught him off guard as the machine roared "GO". The split second lost was the start of the end for Calvin as she caught him with her first combo tossing MODOK into the air.

The aerial combos were flawless and he realized she wasn't anywhere near a gamer girl. Her movements were determined and planned, not the random button mashing most people employ. She set up a trap as his next character came into the screen and it was like he was just watching a movie. Watching his ass get reamed as she emitted sounds of delight. Well the delight of a villain conquering the world. He looked over at the attractive woman as she taunted him with the nickname 'Scarecrow'. Her hands deftly held the joystick and jerked it around; there was something sensual about her as her slender fingers moved the gaming rod with grace.

As quickly as it started, his ass whopping ended with a triumphant cry and taunt from the girl next to him. Ah yes, this was the taste of defeat, something he hadn't experienced much in the confines of Battlestar. But there was something refreshing about it, something that fueled emotion with in him. He enjoyed winning, no doubt, but the best feeling came when it was against someone worthy. And she proved herself worthy.

Trying to regain some of his dignity, he playfully mocked her in a high pitched voice. "Oh yes Batgirl, I want some mo'. I hope you're not a one pump chump." He fluttered his eyes and gave her a wink as a smug smile adorned his face. His voice was deep and lecherous as he said, "Let's see if you can handle me again." His hazel eyes narrowed and his stare was piercing as he pulled out two golden coins and slipped them into the machine, pressing the start button without breaking his gaze.

He broke the tension with a quick wink and a playful smile dance across his lips as he turned back to the console and chose his characters, a decisive aura growing around him. Wolverine, Storm and Akuma were chosen; it was a bit of a dated comp mainly working in MvC2 but it made Calvin feel at home. She seemed to enjoy rushing him down and he was going to give her a taste of her medicine.

He didn't miss the start of this match, his fingers slamming into the buttons before the electronic sound of the machine even reached his ears. There was a purpose in this match, to obliterate her team in a perfect. The change of pace must've caught her off guard as his Wolverine rushed her characters down, combo after combo. He was the most relentless character in the game after all.

Calvin was quiet and full of concentration during this match; a contrast to Sidney's earlier actions. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction of getting a sliver of damage onto his characters. His strong hands moved with purpose, his timing impeccable with this team as he pressed the appropriate combinations of buttons. At the end of the final round, he called up a team super, all three of his characters appeared on the screen and unleashed their specials; the monitor flashed with vibrant pastel colors as her final character flopped onto the ground.

His silent demeanor changed as seven big letters popped up on his console. P.E.R.F.E.C.T. Calvin broke the silence with a frenzied fist pump and a fevered taunt, "OH YEAH. I bet that felt good, didn't it?". He turned towards her as he crossed his lean arms across his chest, his heart began to beat quicker as his chestnut eyes gave his opponent another once over. He hadn't felt this alive in a while, adrenaline coursing through his veins and his libido pulsing as he looked upon the captivating girl next to him.

His expression softened and he gave her a flirtatious smirk. "I'm Calvin. Seems like we're all tied up now." His voice was soft and syrupy, seemingly giving way to the lewd connotations. "Why don't we make this next match a bit more fun? If I win, how about I get..." his eyes roaming her and the area around her, "...that hat of yours?" Uncrossing his arms, he pointed to hat that sat on her console. "And maybe your number too." Calvin gave her a deliberate wink as he rested his hand at the edge of her arcade console.

He waited for her answer, not knowing what she would ask of him, but felt like he would be agreeable to most requests.

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It was hard to keep a straight face as her attractive expressive face contorted as expletives rolled easily from her tongue. The teal haired expelled an impressive sharp stream of insults, one he had not even heard before. Calvin's smirk broke into a grin as her finger pointed at him mere centimeters from his nose. Though that was short lived as it seemed she would storm off in anger. He wondered if he pushed too much, he was enjoying the time he was having with the vivacious woman and would be disappointed in seeing her leave.

Thankfully her flurry of motion translated into the removal of her bulky jacket as she tossed it against the machine followed by the hat he pointed to earlier. Calvin stood in stunned silence as his eyes fell upon the stretched letters of Nine Inched Nails that flowed across her ample bosom. It seems like her body didn't let her cute face down, as his eyes strained to soak in her image even in th e dim light. Her shorts could barely be called such things as tights covered the curve of her ass that peeked out from under. His body reacted immediately, his manhood stiffening pressing against the fabric of his jeans in an awkward position. What the hell was a girl like that doing in here? She belonged in here that's for sure, but Calvin couldn't believe that such a crude girl had such an elegant body. Suffice to say, he enjoyed the combination and the seed of curiosity about the woman next to him was planted in his mind. Unconsciously he reached down to shift his steely shaft into a more comfortable position as it strained against his jeans.

His bet seemed to snap her out of her furious state if only just enough to throw more insults at him. She was fiesty and seemed like a bit of trouble but the first burst of energy he's had in a while. He wanted to make a retort about getting in her panties instead of taking them but she quickly stated that if she won, she'd get his shoes. Shit that was a low blow. Did she know that he walked to the arcade? He was stuck in a dilemma, as the terms would be pretty shitty if he lost, but he couldn't back down now. Not with all the shit he was talking.

He chuckled, half in amusement of his interactions with her and half in nervousness, as he turned back to the console, a gesture that accepted her challenge. His long fingers danced on the buttons as his left hand steadied itself around the joystick as he prepared herself. "I hope you don't like that hat too much," he retorted right as the characters popped on screen. "You can earn it back though," he quickly added. His taunts had a wavering sense of confidence, something lacking compared to his comments before. When things were on the line, he always choked for one reason or another. In most tournaments he participated in, he lost to people that didn't have as much skill as him and doesn't put in as much work as he does. But he lost and that was all that counts. It was something Calvin worked towards fixing but it was slow going and there wasn't an easy solution.

They both chose the same teams as the last round but she was ready this time around. That PERFECT unleashed something with in her as she battled with ferocity instead of over confidence. Gritting his teeth, Calvin did everything possible to resist her initial onslaught as he tried to unleash pressure of his own. Their battle went back and forth, she lost She-Hulk first but his Wolverine quickly followed. He lost his Akuma next but her Zero burst into tiny circles seconds later.

The pressure mounted on Calvin, the familiar tightening in his chest returned. They weren't even in a tourney, it was a just casual match albeit with something on the line. Where the hell did this all come from? He didn't know but he danced around the screen with Storm as her Deadpool tried to track him down. He glanced up to see the timer at 10 seconds. "Fuck fuck fuck," he muttered under his breath as he unconsciously bit his cheeks. The health bars were practically identical at half health, it was difficult to see who had the lead. Really, there was only one thing for him to do. He threw it all on the line and casted Storm's super blatantly knowing Sid would easily block it, but he prayed for enough chip damage to give him the win.

He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on his left hand that clenched the joystick as the timer went to double zero. It seemed like an eternity before the console blared out "TIME OUT. Player 1 Wins!" His right hand clenched into a fist and slammed it down on the console in front of him in relief as he let out a long belabored breath. Calvin let out a primal roar mostly in relief that he didn't embarrass himself and a bit of frustration that he let it get so close.

He lifted his head up slowly, a weight seemingly lifted from his shoulders, as he turned and looked at the cute girl next to him. This win didn't warrant any jubilee or taunts; he escaped by the skin of his teeth. She played well and he was quite impressed to say the least. There was something about her that really drew him in but he couldn't put a finger on it. He flourished her with a bright slightly flirtatious smile that lacked the cockiness that laced it before. "God damn!", he exclaimed, "a cute girl like you shouldn't be able to play this game that well."He waved his hands in a flurry of ovals in front of her body. "It's unfair to have that much awesome in one spot. I bet you're a fucking expert at making basement dwellers cry." His baritone voice was not too deep, a tone of amusement rang through it.

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Calvin braced himself after his comments. He didn't know how she was going to respond. Would it be like the perfect before? A stream of expletives that would make even a sailor blush? His hazel eyes followed the lines of her face but it didn't show the wide range of emotions that burst out earlier as she eyed him back. Maybe there were feelings in there that didn't swing from wall to wall. He felt like her eyes shimmered like his as if they shared a moment as fierce competitors.

Well, a short lived moment. Her nostrils flared and she retorted quickly asking if she should be playing Hello Kitty Island Adventure, dripping with contempt and sarcasm. Calvin did not mean it that way but it seems like she was used to people looking down at her. Or at least enjoyed making Calvin think he was in the wrong. She was a unique specimen though, quick witted, skills to back up her talk and a body that couldn't stop. And the most interesting thing was that she knew it, self aware of all of her gifts. He wondered if she was that conscious of her faults as well.

A smirk drifted back over her plush lips as she threw a basement jab at him. He returned it in kind but didn't fall to the obvious trap she laid out for him. She approached, slowly, her hips swaying as she inched her way forward. Her olive gaze was piercing as she eyed him from head to toe. Calvin knew he was more attractive than the kinds of people that frequented Battlestar but that didn't still his pulse. No, instead it picked up in a quick fashion as his breath became shallower with every step. He wasn't hyperventilating or anything but she stirred something inside of him that he hadn't felt in a while.

He tried to keep his cool demeanor though his eyes lingered on every curve as he watched her approach. He felt his pulse increase but it wasn't until she was dangerously close that he realized the throbbing was mostly from his proud staff trapped inside his jeans. It was as if he had another heart for his bottom half. Seems like she took notice as well as her words traveled into his ear. They felt flirtatious and heated or maybe that was something his mind was making up. Maybe she felt something towards him as well as she stepped in close and tip toed upwards, his jaw relaxing, becoming slack, as he imagined how the scene would play out.

That was short lived as her lips parted quickly into a grin and she heartily laughed in his face. He was seconds from leaning in and tasting those plush lips that teased him mercilessly. Instead she caught him in a sultry daze, manipulating his libido like her play toy. Was he that easily manipulated? Well he was a guy after all though that was a terrible excuse. His vision snapped back and focused on the woman in front of him as he took a deep gulp, his adam's apple bulging outwards before quickly returning. Maybe she was taking revenge for his win?

That's right! He won! His eyes parted from her alluring visage and searched for his prize. "Well, most of the noobs I slay don't have quite the bust." He reached out with a finger and lightly thrummed the taut fabric stretched by her ample bosom. Calvin knew he had to keep pace with her or she'd walk all over him. "Not to mention you seemed very deft with the joystick." His voice was as calm and cool as he could maintain, though a little waver rang through it if one was really listening. "Though I suppose that doesn't translate to how well you wield two handed swords." A sly smile traveled across his face as he reveled in the fact that he was well endowed. The length was above average and technically could be handled well with one and half hands but his girth was an impressive sight.

There it was, his eyes widening as he found her baseball cap. He leaned in towards her and plucked the cap off of the top of her thick camouflaged jacket that lay on the bench to her right. It didn't fit him well, his head was slightly too big for it, but he placed it on the back of his head and pulled forward until it was snug. His lips parted into the shit eating grin that she threw at him earlier in the night as his fingers ran along the bill, a terrible display of trying to look cool. Caps were never something that accentuated his face in a positive manner. His eyes twinkled as he tried some semblance of sexiness, and bluntly asked, "So how about that number of yours?". He regretted it the moment he said it, but it was too late to turn back. He knew he should've probably been more humble or something else than what he was doing but there was something about her that made him want to push his boundaries and push her as much as she pushed him. Hopefully he didn't fuck this up at the last minute.

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