Dick
He has a lot riding on this game. The big bedroom and a presidency bid. Chip is very invested in the outcome of the game. He didn't ask why. He likes Chip but he could be a little...slimy at times and he seemed to have some sort of side bet going with the head of Theta.
Dana (virgin double points)
She was quest gold and he's positive that her virtue is on the line because she called in ringers.
So Chip had called in him. The only one in the house who had shot something other than a pixelized zombie.
His job was simple. Or at least he thought it was simple until McCray wandered into the room, bright pink splattered across his chest.
"You know the ringers right?" He asks an odd flush across his face.
Exertion probably...unless he'd been femme fatale'd by Ronnie.
"Yeah I went to school with them. Why? Who shot you?"
McCray isn't paying any attention to him thou, he's busy searching his pockets for something.
Dick watches the boy carefully, he looks kind of dazed.
He comes out with a piece of paper and a pen and writes his number on it.
"Can you give this to her?"
"Dude you do not want to deal with Ronnie, trust me she's nothing but trouble man. I know she's got that perky blonde thing going for her but trust me."
Adam is shaking his head, "Mac."
Dick looks up at him with wide eyes, Mac? No way. She did this? She not only got the first kill but she made such an impression that a frat brother wanted her to call him? Like he'd stare at his phone waiting for her to call?
"You're sure?"
Mac was a stupid veggie loving pacifist what was she doing currently winning an Assassination game? The only gun she's probably ever touched was a light gun on like Time crisis or something waiting for her movie to start.
Adams face gets kind of soft, "Her envelope said Cindy, she told me it was Mac."
"Brunette? Bout this tall?"
He nods, "can you find out if she wants to go to the social? I'm going to have a shower." He pulls the paint soaked shirt away from his body and he just nods silently.
What was with his brothers having a thing for Mac?
He looks down at the crumpled paper in his hand and tosses it into the garbage before he leaves the house. If Mac is so good he has to cut through his targets to get to her before she gets him. So much for his weed out the weak plan.
It had been such a good plan too. He's sad to see it go but the idea of nailing Mac has its own appeal...with paint! With his gun not his...
He goes to a surprisingly happy far too vivid and shockingly detailed place as he walks across Greek row without fear. He shakes himself out of it when a voice yells down the street.
"Mary-lou!"
He looks down the street. Mac. Standing a couple of feet from him with her stance wide and her gun up. He looks down the other way and can see Mary-lou (southern belle points), no way she can make that shot.
Mary-lou turns and it's all the confirmation Mac needs. She shoots.
Once.
And the pink splatters across the fluffy white sweater she's wearing and a string of regional southern swearing fly's from her mouth.
His mouth however is hanging open. His eyes follow Mac as she walks down the street.
Right past him.
She has the balls to look up at him as she walks by and blow on the muzzle.
"Saucy..." His voice is all wrong, it's almost like he wants to claim her points or something. The word however brings a blush to her face that he finds he kind of likes.
Seriously when did Ghost world get hot? Surely he would have noticed...maybe he had noticed...in the back of his mind, his little sex daydream about her had been surprisingly detailed.
"Fuck." He hisses as she claims Mary-lous target.
He makes his way quickly across campus to the cheer practice to put some pretty blue paint all over Bethany's uniform.