tag

"Let's play tag!" One of the others said.

"Sure." Lauren said, not really caring. Were they really only two years younger than her? They were acting like kids! "You guys go play."

"You're playing too right?" A girl said.

"Yeah right." Lauren rolled her eyes. Despite her now causal attire of a shirt and shorts, she was still wearing her fine blue high heels. She wasn't about to run around in a field with a bunch of 18 year old losers playing tag.

"Okay, I'll be it!" A guy called out. All the children scattered. He started running after them. Lauren, bored, looked back to the wedding. Everyone was chatting and eating fancy food. She wished she was back there, socializing with the others. Her stomach growled. She also wished she was eating that fancy meal.

Suddenly Lauren was shaken back to reality by a loud 'smack on her rear. She went wide eyed, looking back. There was that guy who had been 'it' in the game.

"Ha ha ha!" He exclaimed. "You're it!"

"You little cretin!" Lauren growled. "That is NOT how you touch adult women."

"You're it, you're it!" He said, ignoring her outrage.

"Get over here!" She said, coming towards him. Laughing, he backed away.

"Can't catch me!" He said.

"You're in so much trouble punk!" Lauren said, beginning to pursue him...