theme: Duck Hunt (suggested by MayDay21... genius prompt by the way!)

"High score! OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" Rigby sang as he acquired the record on his NES.

"Pft. That's because you're the first one to play it, stupid. And besides; you only got all those points for shooting all over the place. You have luck, not skill, dude," Mordecai said, swiping the controller from him.

"Hm hmm, you're just jealous because of my SKILL!" Rigby replied, standing on top of the sofa.

"Yeah? Get a load of this skillll.. bam," Mordecai replied as he restarted the level.

He beat Rigby's score by a landslide. "What?! That's not faaair!" he moaned, angrily socking his friend's arm. "Cheater, cheater, pumpkin-eater," Rigby squealed, trying to grab the remote away from Mordecai.

"Grow up, man. You can't just expect to win every time you play something (especially with your lack of talent, dude), and you can't accuse the winner of cheating just because they beat you fair and square," Mordecai replied, glaring at Rigby.

Rigby threw a fit, but soon grew weary of complaining.

He began to tread upstairs, mumbling a cluster of words underneath his breath.

After an hour of non-stop playing Duck Hunt, Mordecai was approaching the last round as a knock on the front door started him. He paused the game, pondering on who could be at their door at this hour.

It was none other than Eileen, wearing her work uniform (with a noticeable coffee stain on her chest). She shuffled from foot to foot on the porch.

"Sorry for coming so late, but Rigby left this at the Coffee Shop," she apologized, pulling a ten-dollar bill from her purse. "The money was on the table after you guys left, sooo..." Eileen trailed off.

Rigby peeked downstairs from the apex of the stairway, and immediately recognized Eileen.

It gave him somewhat of an idea.

"Come inside," he insisted, scurrying down stairs. The mole girl hesitated. "It is getting really late, and-"

"That's okay. It'll only take one second, I swear."

Rigby escorted her past the doorway and to the couch. "Sit down," he told her.

"Okkaaaaay." She sat.

Unable to wipe the smirk off of his face, he handed her the remote. Mordecai looked from Rigby to Eileen, uneasy.

"Dude, what are you doing?"

"Eileen, are you a good shot?"

"I suppose so. I went hunting a few times with my uncle," Eileen replied, her expression displaying confusion.

"That's good. Then maybe it'll help you with the game. Mordecai, did you play this level already?" Rigby asked, pointing to the TV screen. "Yeaaahhh... so?" Mordecai answered, not sure what Rigby was implying.

He turned to Eileen. "If you personally kick his butt at this level, I'll... erm... I'll go out with you, I guess."

And that was basically all she needed.

Eileen fired so many perfect shots, she nailed nearly every duck to make its way across the screen.

She beat Mordecai with a whooping score of 600,840 points.

She jumped up and down, physically shaking with joy. Rigby was pretty happy as well; he gloated about Eileen to Mordecai.

"Hah, now who's on top?"

"Still not you."

"No, A GIRL. You just got blown out of the water by a girl," Rigby laughed, soaking up as much pleasure from this as he could.

"You do realize that since you got a lower score than me, you lost to a girl too, right dude?"

"But see, I didn't loose to a girl," Rigby replied.

Eileen and Mordecai exchanged puzzled expressions.

"What?"

"I lost to my girl."

A/N: wow. that ending was so cheesy that I could feel Twilight cringe lol

Stay tuned for more fluffy 80's stories! :D