Rock-paper-scissors - Police Edition Vide... — Strip

“You okay, Hayes?” he asked.

Lena’s paper flattened his rock. Another win. The scoreboard now read 3-2. The Referee’s smile twitched. He unbuttoned his bowling shirt. Underneath was a second t-shirt, this one reading “I’m with Stupid.” He pulled that off too, revealing a pale, wiry torso. Lena now wore only her sports bra and tactical pants. Marcus was breathing like a caged bull. Strip Rock-Paper-Scissors - Police Edition Vide...

“Defeats you how?” Marcus growled, his hand resting on his sidearm. “You okay, Hayes

Rock.

They arrived to find the mall’s main entrance chained shut, but a side door near the loading dock was ajar. Inside, the air was thick with dust and the ghostly smell of pretzel grease. Flashlights cut through the darkness, illuminating overturned kiosks and mannequins with missing limbs. Then they heard it—a rhythmic, almost hypnotic slap-slap-slap coming from the old arcade. The scoreboard now read 3-2

She looked at the scoreboard, still flickering in the dark. “I’m never playing Rock-Paper-Scissors for fun again. Not even to decide who gets the last donut.”