John squinted into the arcade, trying to decide where to go first. It was strange, coming to a place like that in what was probably supposed to be adulthood. He still felt like a kid in these kinds of places, no matter how sophisticated and upscale it managed to look.

Rolling change in his pocket, he glanced at the exchange kiosk, strained to gaze into the distant depths of the dance machines and pouted thoughtfully at the nearby zombie shooter. Games were always better with a friend.