Shots Fired, Pints Poured
Bucks mission brief
Shots Fired, Pints Poured launches your crew straight into a paintball warzone where friendships vanish the second the safety is off and the buck becomes the day’s most colourful target. One hundred paintballs each means one hundred chances to settle old scores before the pints start flowing. Then it is all jugs, schooners and wings as the lads turn battle bruises into bragging rights. For a Bucks group of 6, this is chaos in perfect formation, a full scale assault of beers, banter and ridiculous storytelling that only intensifies with every stop.
Game Plan
$279.00 per person, based on 6 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!Some Bucks parties warm up slowly, but Shots Fired, Pints Poured comes in hot from the first trigger pull. This is the Gold Coast session built for blokes who want bruises worth bragging about, beers worth celebrating and a four-stop battlefield-to-bar crawl that escalates faster than the buck’s panic when he realises what he is wearing. This night is for lads who love action, carnage and cold pints in equal measure. We loaded the barrels. Now you get to pull the trigger!
Your chaos begins on our paintball battlefield, the kind of place where friendships evaporate instantly and the buck becomes the most hunted creature in Queensland. We kit your crew out with semi-automatic paintball guns, full-face masks and camo coveralls so no one loses an eyebrow or dignity before the drinking even starts. And because we actually care about the future of the wedding night, we make sure the buck’s most precious assets are safely covered. Yes, mate. The crown jewels are insured for impact. You are welcome!
Each lad gets one hundred paintballs, one hundred opportunities to settle scores, prove dominance or unleash long-held petty grievances. We encourage all of it! And if your group brought the brightest red tutu, neon onesie or inflatable chicken suit for the buck, even better. Nothing levels the battlefield quite like watching a grown man sprint through the bush dressed like a piñata while his mates take aim. Paint flies. Boys scream. The buck pleads for mercy that will never come. It is glorious.
Once the battlefield dust settles and the buck has been peppered enough to qualify as abstract art, it is time for phase two. The recovery pints.
Your reserved seating at our bar and bistro is ready the moment you stumble in, still laughing, still arguing about who shot who in the back. No fighting crowds nor standing around clutching empty cups hoping a table frees up. You walk straight in, and the buck gets his victory reward. A full jug of cold beer delivered like a trophy presentation. The lads cheer like he survived a war zone. He drinks like a champion because we love making heroes!
With spirits rising and paint still drying on clothing that will probably never recover, the boys head to stop three where momentum kicks into full gear. Our sports bar and beer garden is prepped and waiting with a two-hour reserved table, because nothing kills a Bucks vibe faster than wandering around looking for seating like lost pigeons. Drinks land immediately. Every lad receives a schooner of house beer, while the buck gets a bonus one because being shot repeatedly earlier clearly deserves hydration. The man has earned it.
Then the feast arrives. Wings and chips in a glorious spread of flavours that smack the hunger right out of the group. Buffalo bringing the heat. Portuguese delivering the zing. Hickory Smoked BBQ hitting like a campfire in a glass. Honey Soy dripping in temptation. The lads demolish everything with the appetite of men who burnt eight thousand calories hiding behind barrels and yelling orders no one listened to. The banter sharpens, the confidence rises and someone inevitably claims he was “the MVP of the battlefield”. We all knew he was not. But let the man dream.
By now the chaos is flowing beautifully, which means it is time for the final stop of the night. Our iconic Irish bar. You step through the door to find your reserved seating ready, waiting and expecting you like VIPs! And the buck? He scores yet another jug of beer, delivered with the kind of ceremony usually reserved for professional athletes. The lads applaud, toast, cheer and immediately begin retelling paintball stories in ways that are wildly inaccurate but extremely entertaining. The buck’s reputation gets worse with every pint, and that is exactly how a Bucks night should go.
The laughs escalate. The stories get dirtier. The lies get bolder. The night settles into that perfect sweet spot where everyone is loud, happy and deeply aware they are building the kind of chaos the buck will never live down.
Shots Fired, Pints Poured is not just a night. It is a mission. A battlefield of bruises and beers crafted for blokes who refuse to do a quiet send-off. When a man is about to walk the aisle, he deserves one last day of mayhem with the lads taking aim. Call us on 1300 339 734 or reach out via Our Contact Form to lock it in. Because paint fades, but the stories? They stick forever.