Penny for your thoughts? Or your really expensive trophy?(Tomcat)

The day was drawing to a close on the sunny beaches of Los Angeles, and the neon carnival known as Penny’s Arcade was in its last few hours of operation for the day. Within the dimly lit arcade, cries of defeat and victory were barely audible over the many game themes ringing out from the large assortment of cabinets that resided within the building.  A large crowd gathered as the eccentric owner of the arcade sought to defend her title as the reigning champ of the arcades weekly fighting game tournament. The spectators erupted with cheer as Penny put an end to the tournament with a quick but beautifully crafted 3-0 victory.

“And that ladies and gentlemen is why that stick resides in my arcade” she said proudly as she pointed to a brightly lit display case positioned in the center of the arcade. Within the case was a one of a kind platinum arcade stick, each button of it beautifully crafted from various gemstones. Penny had won the prized fight stick a few years back before she opened her arcade in the world’s biggest yearly tournament.

After chatting it up with the other competitors from the weekly tournament, Penny made her way to her office and grabbed ahold of the mic that rested on her desk. Seconds later her voiced boomed over the Arcades speakers, signifying that it was closing time. Many of the patrons expressed their feelings with an audible sigh, but quickly packed up and shuffled out as Penny began to turn of the machines row by row. After the last of her costumers had vacated the arcade, Penny began her nightly routine of cleaning the place up all by herself. The arcade was successful enough that Penny could have easily hired several employees to help her maintain the place, but she was stubborn and enjoyed doing the work herself.

After sliding down the large metal door, and making sure they were locked, Penny swept and vacuumed the place before polishing off all the cabinets. Penny cared about a lot of things, and her arcade was at the top of that list, so ensuring that everything was in pristine condition was a top priority. After all the tedious chores had been done, Penny decided to relax a bit and chill in her office. She clicked on the large flat screen tv that hung on the southernmost wall, before reaching up to the top shelf of her bookshelf and pouring herself a glass of scotch.

*This is the life* she thought to herself as she leaned back in her chair and kicked her feet up on top of the desk. She was proud of her decision to decline her parents offer of working at their company. She just couldn't see herself cooped up in some lab all day, instead of being around people and having a good time. Normally this was about the time Penny would completely close shop and head out in search of any crimes that needed stopping, but she figured she’d chill in the arcade a bit longer before finally calling it a night and heading upstairs to her flat for the night. Little did she know that tonight wasn’t going to be as relaxing as she thought.