Air Hockey Table -

The neon lights of the Galaxy Arcade always felt like a second home, but tonight, the in the back corner was the only thing that mattered. It sat under a flickering fluorescent tube, its surface scarred by a thousand high-speed battles, humming with the steady drone of a tireless internal fan.

For ten minutes, the only sound was the frantic thump-zip-thump of the game. The score was tied at 6-6. Next point won the night. air hockey table

Jax served—a lightning-fast bank shot that rattled off the side rails. Leo tracked it, his striker meeting the puck with a deafening crack . The puck didn't just slide; it soared, grazing the edge of the goal before Jax parried it away. The neon lights of the Galaxy Arcade always

Jax stared at the empty goal, then looked up at Leo. He didn't yell. Instead, he reached across the cold, smooth surface and offered a handshake. "Nice spin, kid," Jax muttered. "Table's yours." The score was tied at 6-6