"Taaaank!"
The p.c. bellowed.
"Shit!" The white faced young man at the p.c. to her left chirped.
"Get out of the train," Jennifer rolled her eyes; having her character do just that. Her microphone chirped as another team mate relayed where the bogey was coming in.

Three characters unloaded with firearms. The fourth - Jen thought his name was Zach - moaned as his character was tossed through a
wall.

"Move," She advised; spotting something dark perched over the train roof.
"Why? The tanks down now-"

He broke off as his character was jerked up off of the ground; hauling him in the air.
"Smoker. Got it." Jen barked; shooting off the offending appendage.

Nearly an hour later; she and Zach sat back in their chairs as the final scene rolled. For Zach; it really was a miracle. For a skinny nerd;
he seemed to have a knack for going for the weapon he sucked at.

"Thanks for showing me how to get on that train car. I kept dying on the ground."
No shit Jen rolled her eyes; checking her watch.
"Told you multiplayer was better," She smiled.

'Hey, new episode of Doctor Who.." Zach patted the couch invitingly. Jennifer settled next to him, letting her hand brush his knee.

Seduction might not be his forte; but she wasn't one to judge. Becoming annoyed with his fumbling hands, she pulled off her hoodie and
shirt in a fluid motion; assuming he would ignore the flesh colored wrap around her neck.

A few minutes later she rose; checking her wrap as Zach? blearily watched a spinning blue phone booth.

"..Let's do it again, sometime." Jennifer told the slumped college student; pulling her hoodie on and slipping out of the room.
The door closed behind her as she blended into the students heading out for fourth meal.