The room is always buzzing with the sound of laughter, ringing bells, and loud music at the local Dave and Busters prices. This place is like the Chuck E. Cheese for adults-food, alcohol, and games- what more can a person ask for? The area was filled with the smell of food being cooked up in the kitchen, it was smoky, and the lighting was low so that the lights of the games would shine brighter-enticing those passing by to play and win tickets.
There have been women and men running around with tickets overflowing out of their pockets and wrapped around their necks with smiles that stretched from ear to ear. Their D&B ticket cups filled for the brim with yellow paper tickets. “Do you reckon we have enough tickets for family Guy Monopoly game?” asked among the guys as him and his friend ran for the prize desk to count their tickets. ” I don’t know, but when we don’t I actually do not want to waste my tickets on some stupid prize, I wish to wait till We have enough for that game.I actually have been waiting to obtain this game forever! It has taken me a lot more than 3 times coming here to get enough tickets,” said his friend. A prize that will normally cost $20 in your local Walmart can cost several hundred dollars here, but no person pays focus on the price if they are having a lot fun.
There is a big crowd round the Jeopardy game. Four people sat on stools facing a big screen, competing against the other person to view who could answer the questions correctly and get the most tickets. This game is established just like the show you can view in your own home, whoever buzzes in first with correct answer receives the most tickets. The people around them were shouting out answers left and right trying to help the four which were playing; the tunes being as loud since it was, managed to make it hard for the players to know what everybody was telling them. One girl with long flowing blonde hair started yelling, “OMG I don’t understand the answer! Could it be George Clooney or Brad Pitt?!” To her dismay the answer to the question was Brad Pitt. She lost the video game and lost out on the ticket jackpot; the most tickets went to a tall man with chestnut color hair and dark brown eyes.
This man with the dark brown eyes and chestnut hair is the middle of which our story involves. His name is Derek Foster. Derek does not look like your typical arcade junkie having said that i can guarantee you which he is. He looked like he walked right out of GQ magazine’s southern men edition and in to the bar tonight. His hair is slicked back, he has just a little stubble on his face, and he is wearing wrangler jeans and a plaid button down shirt. He has tan work boots on and a John Deer belt wrapped around his waist. With every correct answer he gets on the Jeopardy game, he lets out a “Yea!” His voice is deep and it has the littlest hint of any southern drawl.
“I am just dependent on Dave and Busters,” Derek said as he took a quick sip of beer. “I am just here every week… sometimes several times. It really is a good and quick escape from reality. After I get free from work on the lumber yard I like to come here and blow some steam off- ya know play whack-a-mole and attempt my hand at Jeopardy.”
The video game floor is crowded with individuals playing their games. While I follow Derek to his next game, I can’t help but smell the mixture of alcohol, sweat, and food that is certainly circulating throughout the entire place. The odor of the alcohol is strong; due to the fact of how many people has spilt their cup of boos on the floor while being shoved round the game floor.
We make it to one of Derek’s favorite games, the wheel of tickets. “This is the way this game works,” he explained with intense looking eyes. “Firstly you push the lever on the right all the way down, you now must make sure that you push it hard if not the wheel will not spin. When you push the lever down all you have to do is wait and discover what number the arrow lands on. Here is the easiest game and you also obtain the most tickets as a result.” Derek put his hand on the lever and pushed down as hard as he could, the wheel should have gone around a minimum of six times before finally stopping on the number 50. Tickets began filing out from the machine, but Derek did rueajv take his tickets, instead he played over and over until he had over 500 tickets. He then folded up each of the tickets neatly and put them in his dave and busters holiday hours.
“My goal is to buy that giant purple and black stuffed gorilla for my little sister… it really is 10,000 tickets. I am just nearly half way there! Hopefully I will have sufficient tickets before her birthday which is in four weeks,” Derek said as he stared up in the gigantic monkey.
It is merely about midnight and people start to file out of the building one after the other. The space becomes more and more quiet with every person that leaves. Some are rushing to the prize counter to money in their tickets and having their prizes before having to go home while others are saving their tickets so they can obtain a better prize next time these come in. Derek is among these folks. He makes certain all his tickets are tucked tightly away within his D&B cup, slips his jacket on, and walks to his car in the brisk cold night. “Maybe next time I’ll have enough for the gorilla, although not today.”