Paintball

“On your six, Ford.” Vince said as he rounded the corner and followed Ford towards their target flag. 

“Got you.”

“Vince!” Danny shouted from somewhere above them where he was acting as their spotter. 

“Get down, dickhead!” Clay shoved into Vince from behind pushing them both to the ground as a successive splatter of orange and yellow paint hit the wall behind them. 

Vince grunted and rolled onto his back. 

“Didn’t get hit, did you?” Ford asked from the other side of the mock alleyway he’d snuck into before the attack. 

“Only by this idiot.” He pointed a thumb towards Clay who was now crawling along towards Ford. 

“Saved you didn’t I though?” Clay jabbed an elbow at Vince. “Now get moving, you know Sarah’s going to be unbearable if the girls win again.”

“Hey, it wasn’t my fault your sister distracted me.”

“With what exactly?” Clay turned his hard glare on Ford.

“Ummm,”

Danny laughed, sounding a lot closer than he had a minute before. “What do you think Clay, not like she was voted hottest girl in our year for that winning personality of hers?”

“Hey.” Clay pointed his gun at Danny who was now directly above where they’d congregated in the alley which would cut through the course to their marker. “Don’t be a dick about my sister.”

“You literally just said she was unbearable.” Vince pointed out as he continued to scan the course behind them, making sure they weren’t surprised by the other team again. 

“She’s my sister. I can be a dick to her but none of you guys.” Clay waved his gun around at them all, landing on Ford at the end. “And stop looking at her tits.”

Ford gave an apologetic shrug. “I’ll try but . . . yeah I’ll try.”

“Shit! Behind you, move guys now!” Danny shouted again as he disappeared behind the roofline.