Keegan lead Evelyn into the darkened arcade, searching for a particular game he'd always made a point of going to first. Finally, he found it.
Whack a croc.
Keegan pulled a token out of his pocket and pushed it into the game's slot. He was good at this. Well, technically he was just good at whacking plastic crocodiles as hard and as much as he could. But wasn't that all the same in this game?
After a few minutes, Keegan had to admit defeat. There was too much of them! He faked a dramatic cowboy death, stubbling backwards before straightening, grinning in his usual bright way. That smile hadn't graced his face since last summer. "You're turn," he told Evelyn, handing her the hammer. "If you beat me, you'll get a prize." Not telling what, but he'd just make up one if needed.