Boom! Headshot! [Darryl]

[Florence Bryant]

When Flo had eventually admitted she'd signed Darryl up to the dunking booth, the man had demanded she repay him in the only way he could think of - a date. Florence had instantly asked Mii if she could date, and I quote, her "Sloppy Seconds", then agreed, but only if she could pick where they had the date.

Perhaps Flo is a tiny bit evil, or a sadist, but she knew exactly what she was going to pick the second Darryl signed his life away - paintballing. Indeed, the conjurer loved a bit of activity, and what could be a better way to deem if Darryl was worth a second date than to see how well he could take getting little balls of paint fired at him, and getting his butt kicked thoroughly. It wasn't a dinner out, and it wasn't a movie - both of which Flo eyed with a small amount of suspicion, after all, most times those sort of dates ended in a horizontal tango. It was so entirely Florence that it might as well have been called FlorenceBalling, or PaintFlorence.

She'd arrived early, wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a logo tank top with sparkly lettering on it. Her hair was pulled back and she had the most mischievous grin on her face. Somehow she'd managed to balance practicality (no heels) and glamour in her own special way. No one wore pretty clothes to paintballing anyway, you only ended up wearing camo clothes over the top.

Leaning in the main area with her weapon in her hand, she waited patiently for her date, positively radiating trouble. "C'mon Darryl." She said to herself, checking her watch and chewing on her lower lip.

Nervous?

A tiny bit. This was the first date she'd had in... over 5 years.

And now she felt old.

[Darryl Bond]

You're damn right Darryl demanded she go on a date with him to repay him for the fact she signed him up for the dunking booth. It was only fair. That was very mean of her to do; the water was cold! So she'd stipulated that she'd only go on a date with him (that she owed him) if she could pick the place. A voice warned him that he should set a boundary on this, but he didn't take heed and went on ahead and let her.

Paint-ball. She picked paint-ball.

Darryl had first blanched when he heard the news. Darryl hadn't been paint balling since...well since high school. It had always taken quite a bit of convincing to get Elaine to take the two boys (and friends) to the designated paint balling area, which was a few miles outside of Pilot Ridge, and whenever they did manage to, Darryl always got a plethora of bruises from getting shot as well as from falling and running into trees. He hadn't gone in...years, but he was pretty sure his game hadn't improved. And he certainly hadn't ever considered that sweaty, getting-shot-at sport to be date material. He couldn't dress up (more specifically, he had to leave his favorite fedora at home), and he couldn't really go along his normal date-routine.

Maybe that was why she set the date up like that...but he wasn't about to let that stop him from being a gentlemen--it was almost like she challenged him. So when he headed to the flower shop to pick out her flowers, he really went out of his way. He picked Camomile for ingenuity, because this date was definitely going to be different than any of his others; a sprig of Dogwood flowers because of his durability (a metaphor really); Gladiolus to symbolize his sincerity and her strength of character; and last but not least some Hyacinth, because while this was a date, it seemed a little more like a game (not to mention the sport they'd be playing) to him, and he got the feeling she thought so as well. He'd had to dress down into a pair of loose fitting pants--Darryl rarely left the house in jeans--and a button up shirt. He didn't like it, mainly because he'd worn this outfit to school a few times, but also because he was hatless. His hair cut was still short, as Emiko had convinced him to keep it shorter--it looked more professional--he agreed. Though that didn't mean he missed his old hair. He pulled at it self-consciously as he drove out of town.

Yes. Darryl had finally broken down and bought a car, it was a shiny black Audi, for Tory. He didn't mind finally having a car. It made things like this less embarrassing. Once he arrived. He climbed out of his car and spotted Flo already there--he was late! Not too bad this time, though--he had been getting better at that. He picked up his flowers and walked over to her with his chin tilted up.

He smiled once he reached her and held out her flowers, "For you."

[Florence Bryant]

Flo was just about to open her mouth to scold Darryl for his two minute and thirty one second absence when she noticed he had flowers. Damnit. No woman can resist flowers, nor a charming smile. She tutted to herself anyway as she accepted the bouquet and then an idea quickly formed in her head.

"Oh Darryl." She said, her voice ever so sweet. "These are wonderful. It's just a shame I have pollen allergies." She raised a hand to her nose and pretended to sneeze, before breaking into a grin at the poor man. "Just kidding, you should have seen your face!" She chuckled, sniffing the flowers and holding them to her chest. She wasn't entirely sure where to put the gift while they shot each other, but she was sure the staff would keep hold of them till after the messy event.

Turning to face her date for the afternoon, she couldn't help but admire that he looked well dressed, even without that hat on his head. Flo even managed a nod of appreciation towards Darryl's efforts, then politely offered him his paint gun. "You look nice. Making an effort for little old me?" She asked coyly, still grinning without shame. "So, are we teaming up against some other group, or shall it just be us... one on one." The dangerously confident grin on the woman's face should have been warning enough for our dear Lothario that perhaps he should take the former option, but perhaps he had some masculine pride under that (charming and well styled) facial hair.

Eventually, the staff came out with the jackets and protective clothing, and ran over the safety rules and regulations. Flo knew it all from the last time she'd been with Gwynie - the pair of them had run around shooting paint at each other and practically giggled themselves to death. She watched Darryl's expression interestedly, fixing her goggles over her eyes and pulling on the loose camo pants over her jeans.

"I love the car, by the way. Very sleek. Very you." She added with a smirk.

[Darryl Bond]

His smile left his face in record time when she told him, sweetly, that she had pollen allergies. Blast! He looked down at the flowers with a small frown but quirked an eyebrow at her when she grinned and admitted she was just joking. He mockingly curled his lip up but then smiled. It was a good one. He could appreciate a good joke. He was glad that she seemed to like the flowers as she hugged them to her chest, and he scored one point for himself at the success. He had absolutely no idea if she knew the meanings her bouquet offered and he wasn't about to explain them--he never did, it took the....authenticity right out of it.

He held his gun awkwardly and tried to make it look like he knew what he was doing as he looked it over, but Darryl had next to no idea. It had been a long time since he had last used one. He grinned to himself when he caught a nod from her, which he took to mean she approved of his use of the gun. Then she commented his clothes and he felt faintly foolish, but quickly replied, "only if it's working." His smile was genuine then and he lowered the paintball gun.

This was a gamble he had right now. This decision would make or break the rest of their afternoon and he knew it. If he picked they go against each other, they might get angry at each other (Well Darryl might get angry he was losing) or competitive, and if they went against some other people, they might get their asses thoroughly kicked. Darryl didn't know if Flo had even went paintballing before, but something told him that since it was at the top of her list for a date, then she knew what she was doing. He also caught her confident grin and that was the final decision maker. She'd kill him if he played against her, end of story. "You know I quite like team work," he said with an innocent smile. He did have that male pride to contend with, but he also wasn't an idiot.

When the staff came at them with their tacky camo, he begrudgingly started to pull it all on, but when he caught Flo looking at him, he exaggeratedly shimmed the pants on, with a wink in her general direction. Now that he had everything on, he turned to look at her with a smile. "Thank you," he replied when she expressed her opinion about his car. He wasn't a huge grease monkey but he did actually love that car, it was so....awesome! And his! "It was about time I got one."

[Florence Bryant]

Flo looked a little relieved when the staff promised to take care of the flowers till they were done with their paint ball session. The last thing she wanted was for her first set of flowers in over 5 years from someone other than her daughter to get shot at and destroyed. Still, she felt a little sad to let them go - they were so pretty and such an unusual bouquet, something Darryl probably knew more about than she did. She just saw pretty colours and smells. And shapes, of course. The Camomile's were absolutely darling, like giant daisies.

"It might be." Flo said mysteriously to Darryl's comment, leaning over to help Darryl with his equipment - not that sort. She expertly checked the barrel was empty, then moved her hand round to show Darryl how to fire. "Bit rusty are we?" She added cheekily, patting herself down and making sure her clothes were completely protected by the camo gear. She didn't want her favourite pair of jeans getting covered in paint splatter. She presumed Darryl wouldn't be overly impressed if she rolled around covered in splats of multicoloured liquid either, so she double checked.

Florence eyed Darryl playfully as he weighed up his options and chose the teamwork. Her lips curled up in a smirk, and she quietly made chicken noises, flapping her arms teasingly. "Alright." She said eventually, teasing finished. "I'll see if there are any other groups of two out and we'll get going." Moving over to a chalkboard, she checked down the list and found another pair - two guys - that were willing to be teamed against. "We'll hand their asses to them." She added with a smirk, shouldering her gun and re-securing her goggles.

Opening the door out onto the field, she politely let Darryl go first. Whether this was genuine politeness or whether she was quietly hoping he'd get splatted was another question. "I've had my little convertible for a year now. She's gorgeous." Indeed, while Flo didn't care an awful lot about cars, she did love her little runabout. "I'm sure Tory will appreciate having a nice comfortable car to ride around in." She said warmly, moving through the leaves to the start point. "Ready?" Flo asked, pausing in her step to face Darryl with a big grin.

"I'll kiss any owies better, how about that?"