Deputy
"Okay, here's how you play," Freddie said, putting the game disk in the console.
"I can't believe you'd rather play this than UFC: Masters of the Ring," Sam moaned.
"I can't believe you guys passed up watching the new Sarah Fullock movie," Carly said, picking up a controller. "She's the queen of Romantic Comedies!"
Sam and Freddie both stared at her.
"Anyway," Freddie said, sitting down next to Sam. "Here's how it works. We each pick a character, they're all somebody you would find in an average city, and we have to figure out who's infiltrated our otherwise perfect community and is causing the havoc."
"Havoc?" Sam repeated.
"It's a word," Freddie defended. "Now, the infiltrator can be one of us, but that's on a higher level, and I figured I'd start slow with you girls."
"Gee, thanks," Carly said, rolling her eyes. "Can we just start?"
"Sure," he nodded. He clicked a few buttons on his controller and a screen with all the different characters to choose from came up.
"Alright, now everyone just pick someone and we can-Sam! I wanted to be the sheriff!"
"Tough," Sam said, selecting the character. "I got him first. Aw, but don't worry, baby. You can be my Deputy."
"I'm always the sheriff!" Freddie complained.
"Why? Shouldn't this game be just a little realistic?"
"So you're saying I could never become a sheriff?"
Sam looked over at Carly and the girls tried not to laugh.
"You know," Carly said. "I'm very happy with my character; a hairstylist. Oh, look! Now she's flipping her hair. You know, maybe I should have my stylist cut it like that next time I go-"
"Sam," Freddie begged. "I have to be the sheriff."
"You have to be? Why?"
"Becauseā¦he's got a cool badge."
"Oh, okay. In that case, no!"
"But I had this all planned out," Freddie said. "I would be the sheriff, and you, Sam, would be that hot cheerleader over there."
"I would never hold pom poms even if my life depended on it," Sam said flatly. "Or put my hair in pigtails."
"But you've been arrested like four times," Freddie said. "Why would you want to be like the guy who put you in juvie?"
"I've never been arrested by a sheriff," Sam said. "Only buy those stupid cops that sit in their cars looking for someone to arrest. If I was arrested by a sheriff, maybe I would've enjoyed the experience a little more."
"That made absolutely no sense," Freddie said. "Come on, Sam. You let me be the sheriff, and I'll buy you a ham."
"My mom's dating a butcher. I've got all the meat I can eat."
"I'll take you shopping and let you buy whatever you want."
"You did that yesterday."
"Freddie, just be the deputy so we can play," Carly sighed. "I'm getting bored."
"No! I'm not going to be her deputy!"
"Okay, I'll let you be the sheriff on one condition," Sam said.
"What?" Freddie asked.
"We play my UFC game after this and you be my cheerleader."
"There's no cheerleaders in that game," Freddie frowned.
"I didn't mean in the game," Sam grinned.
Freddie sighed. "Fine."
"Good," Sam said happily. "Carly's got some pom poms upstairs you can use."
