The best surprises always involve guns.

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{patrick maguire}

The best surprises always involve guns.

Who: Paddy and Parker.
What: Having an actual date which in this case means: PAINTBALL.
When: Port.
Where: The paintball yard outside of town.
Warnings: It's Parker and Paddy, you know language and awesomeness.

Okay, when it came to Paddy, Parker might be actually willing to reconsider her position on hating surprises. Between the gun he'd brought back from home for her, as well as this. This was pretty fucking amazing. He'd picked her up and taken her to a paintball yard outside of town, and it was large and rather empty and now Parker was getting to play with guns and it was amazing.

And now she was fairly sure that she had him pinned down. As someone who could walk practically silently in stilettos, wearing sneakers and being quiet was like a walk in the god damn park, and she'd just dumped a new bin of red balls into the state of the art gun, and she had a fresh tank of Co2. Oh yeah, Paddy-cakes was going down.

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Well, it's not like Paddy could give her an actual gun right now, so this was the closest he could get to giving guns out. It made a good idea for Parker, at least. So, he reloaded his gun and tried to spot Parker, eventually unloading several paintballs in her direction.

This was why the real world was occasionally better.

Part of him was wondering if paintballing would be good for crazy inmates, because it's not like anyone could die. Then again. Someone'd find a creative way of doing it.

When there was the paintballs fired off in her direction, Parker quickly dropped to the ground, landing rather harshly. Oh, she was going to have more than a few bruises in the morning, but it would definitely be worth it. One of the paintballs whizzed by her ear, catching pieces of her hair with it and tearing them by the roots. Okay, that hurt.

However, the paint balls had given her something to shoot at, and she let off another blast of them. "I'm going to get you, Paddy." Her tone was light and amused and yeah, Parker was having a fair amount of actual fun in the actual world.

Paddy yelped a little when the paintballs hit him, and he fired back quickly, and blindly, not looking where he was going. He tried to jump behind cover, but landed flat on his face, "I'm still going to get you worse. I'm good with these guns you know."

Yeah, he got her good, one of those shot ending up landing against her shoulder and making her wince. It fucking apparently hurt to be hit with one of those things. It hurt way more than she thought it would. When he landed on his face, she fired above his head, and then at his feet.

"Uh huh, really good."

Paddy ducked from the first, and then got hit in the foot by the second, "Ah, fuck!" He jumped up and down, then burst out laughing.

"If you fuck me up, I can't have you carry me back, that's just embarassing."

So he reloaded and sent another barrage of paintballs in her direction. He was taking the fire fast and often technique.

When he jumped up and down, Parker laughed. "Right, like that's gonna happen. I'll just steal your credit card and hire someone to come up and do it for me."

When he said that barrage of paint balls, Parker caught one in the chest and yelped.

"Oh you're going to be so sorry for that."

"No stealing my credit card. Out of my cold, dead hands, Parker." He grinned and dashed off to hide, taking a running jump behind a barricade, and then peeking over the top curiously.

"I'm pretty sure that can be arranged, Maguire!" She shouted the words back quickly and she pulled down her shirt a bit, showing off a fair amount of cleavage and a massive red welt. "Well, isn't this fucking lovely."

Paddy glanced over, but wasn't too interested in that cleavage. Oh, no. He took the opportunity to aim one of his shots low to the ground. It missed and made a fantastic red splatter by her feet, but it was good enough.

"It'll get better. We'll make sure of that."

"Is that so?" Parker quickly looked down at the newly purchased sneakers and there now rather red splatter. "Well, at least I'll match the crowd when we go back." There was a quick volley of shots fired in return, and she grinned at him.

"I'm telling you, we should get some of these for the barge."

"Except some nutjob would make... OW! FUCKING HELL, PARKER!" He held his leg for a moment, like it was bleeding or something, then glared up at her, "They'd make them like a real gun. Or use them for torture. Or some other creatively sadistic shit."

"Let me shoot you in the tit and see how it feels, Paddy-cakes. Then you can fucking bitch at me about it hurting." She fired a shot at him as if she was going to actually shoot him in the chest, but actually she aimed rather wide from the mark.

"I mean for us and the people we fucking trust, Paddy-cakes."

"The crazy fuckers always manage to get them somehow." He grinned and ducked to the side when she shot at him anyway, and then fired a couple more back at her, "People are idiots."

He fired back at her, grinned and dived behind something. "Oof."

"They are, but come on, imagine you, me, paintballs in CES." She said it in the way that some people would offer the suggestion of a candle light dinner. And of course she capped it by ducking behind a tree and then firing more balls at him.

"It'd be fucking awesome, no denying it." He heard the paintballs hit the tree, and one just caught his arse, making him jump out from behind the tree.

He fired off a couple of shots in her direction, and then rubbed his arse a little, because that hurt.

"Ya ready to give up, Paddy-Cakes?" She sounded down right cheerful as he jumped out from behind the tree.

Of course her gloating cost her in the form of taking a double shot to the thigh and nearly falling down. "Fuck!"

"Not fucking likely." HE grinned and ran towards her, risking fire, firing off another shot, "It's about time you fucking surrendered."

When he ran towards her, Parker grinned in response and fired off a couple of rounds, and then she got hit again in the chest and fell over.

Paddy took one in the shoulder, and almost did a slow-motion wobble backwards, but eventually kept on his feet, charging onwards and eventually standing over her, pointing the gun down, "Surrender or die." Grin.

Parker just locked eyes with him, that determined grin still on her face. "Surrender or die, huh?" She kept her hand on her gun and her finger on the trigger. Oh no, a Parker didn't go down without a fight.

"Surrender or fucking die." He looked down the barrel of his gun and fired off a couple of shots at short-ish range into her stomach. Go on, fire back now.

Considering a paintball tends to fly at about seventy-one meters per second, getting hit with them in the stomach at close range made Parker double up and curl over. Only the fact that she hadn't really eaten anything made it so that she didn't throw up.

And she only managed to breath out a mumbled "fuck."

Paddy was a little concerned he'd done something stupid. He jumped down and put a hand on her shoulder, "Hey, you alright?"

It hurt. It hurt like hell, but Parker hadn't dropped her gun. When he put his hand on her shoulder, she turned around and fired one at his stomach rather closely. Her voice was still winded. "How alright are you?" She was grinning, but god damn was she going to have a giant bruise.

Paddy fell back, totally winded by it, and curled up into a little ball for a moment or two, "Fuck. Right now, glad you didn't aim lower, but fuck."

"Yeah, now who's surrendering or dying, Paddy-cakes." Parker pulled herself into a sitting position with a rather large wince, then jerked herself to her feet.

"Truce?" She added, and she offered him her hand to help him up.

He scowled up at her and pushed himself to a sitting position before taking her hand and clambering up a little clumsily, "I think we can call it even."

"Damn right." Parker put her hand to her stomach for a moment, and then pulled up her shirt. Yeah, two rather large welts were forming there. Great. "Alright, Paddy-cakes. I think I may actually allow you to surprise me from time to time."

He felt across his stomach and winced, because, yeah, there were going to be some nasty bruises there. He picked up his gun and grinned at her, "I have my moments, y'know, where I can pull off decent surprises."

"I know." She laughed a bit and rested her gun on her shoulder. "I really think we need to do this again sometime." With more padding then a quickly purchased paintball t-shirt. God, this was probably the first time she'd worn a t-shirt since college.

"I'm thinking Chinese food. What about you?"

He tucked his gun under his arm and grinned back at her, "Chinese. Fuck, it's a long time since Chinese food. I totally suck at cooking that."

He grinned. "Chinese. Done and done."

"We need to request a fucking actual chief who can make shit like that. And sushi." She grinned. Real, actual Chinese food sounded fucking amazing.

"And I think we're going to need to hit a drug store. These bruises are going to require advil in the morning."

"Wow, drugs we can buy with a credit card." He grins at her and goes back to the chinese food, "You find me a Chinese chef as fucked up as some of the folks on board, and dammit, he's the first on my staff."

At this point, Parker was practically dreaming of Chinese food. God damn, she was going to order a bunch of it to bring back onto the barge with them. Maybe they could put it in storage or something like that.

Then she quickly leaned over and kissed Paddy, one hand resting on the back of his neck. "Thank you." The words were murmured against his lips.

Paddy grinned and kissed her back briefly with a grin, "I've never had someone thank me for bruising the hell out of them, but there's always firsts."

"Well, that's because you didn't fucking have me before, now did ya?" Parker grinned at him quickly and then looked around. "Seriously, we need paintball guns, though."

"Paintball guns. I'll keep a fucking note of it." He shoved his hand in his pocket and grinned at her, "I'm now so fucking glad I've got you who finds being shot with paintballs romantic or some such shit."

Only teasing. Honest.

"Hey, get mushy on me and I'll fucking shoot you again." Parker was grinning at him, actually grinning and there was no sarcastic bits of it, it was just pretty much being fucking happy.

"I need to change back into my suit. I can't believe I'm wearing a fucking t-shirt."

He smirked at her, "No mush, no mush."

There was a slight shrug and he pulled at his own t-shirt, "It's a nice change. Suits you, in a weird... no, put the suit back on."

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