CHAPTER EIGHT
JAXDeice and I sit in a corner booth at Oculus. Ever since we were kids, we’ve come here to eat the fattening foods and play the virtual games. The atmosphere is lively and fun. Now as adults, we feel out of place.
Even though Oculus caters to all ages, it can’t hide that the majority is made up of raging hormonal teenagers and curious children looking for their next real-life experience. Only a few college kids make up the older crowd, making Deice and I seem like chaperones. The layout is simple enough. It’s mainly dark, with black painted walls and neon lights lining pathways to an array of lounges, chairs, and gaming centers. Near the bar are bright yellow booths with hexagonal pattern weaved into them. That is where Deice and I sit now.
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