[ Eddie being who he is doesn’t even swap his shoes out. He peers over his shoulder to be sure the woman behind the glass is satisfied now that they’ve paid. When he’s satisfied she isn’t looking, he deposits the ugly brown bowling shoes on the bench and doesn’t even attempt to untie his battered docs. Lane shoes are supposedly for the bowler’s own safety, but it’s not like they’ve ever helped him.
Keep it consistent. He snorts, looking highly doubtful, but he nods. ]
I mean, I make no promises, but alright. Just, uh…watch out.
[ She’s absolutely about to sweep him in this one, but he’s willing to put in his best attempt simply because she’s never played before. If he’s lucky, very lucky, she’ll be even worse than he is. But he already knows that isn’t the case.
He selects his ball and approaches the line, rolls his arm back and lets the ball go. He doesn’t lose his grip on it or accidentally send it flying backward, thank god, but it drifts to the left as it rolls down the lane, only knocking own a single pin when it reaches the end. He squints and grimaces. ]
I mean…not even gonna lie to you, that’s kind of better than my usual.
( As tempting as it is to follow his lead and skip the bowling shoes for her chucks, she's here for the full experience. That means figuring out what the deal is with the weird ugly brown shoes, too. It's the little details about this that fascinate her; it's all so silly and alien as a concept. She may or may not be tempted to smuggle these shoes away in her bag when they leave — not to wear, but as a little token. A souvenir.
There stands she quite suddenly by his shoulder when he finishes his throw, arms crossed assessingly over her chest, a single eyebrow arched as only one pin falls.
If she's wearing a face very similar to the one he wore at her a minute ago, surely that's just coincidence. )
[ Eddie may or may not encourage her to smuggle the shoes out. You know, for moral support. He rebels by not wearing them at all, she can rebel by stealing them for a little souvenir. ]
What can I say? I worked hard to get where I am.
[ He knows she’s not seriously complimenting him. There’s not exactly anything to compliment, but he grins and sweeps into a bow regardless. His poor bowling skills don’t exactly seem to bother him. ]
I’ll do one more so you can see how it’s really done and then, uh, it’s your turn to take on the master of the gutterball. ‘Kay?
[ He collects his ball from the return while the pins reset. He approaches the line again, pulls his arm back, and this time, he really does get a gutterball. ]
( Okay. It's official. If she didn't already like him before, that good-humored bow firmly secures his place in her good books. He's funny. It's sweet. She's known him for ten minutes but if anything happened to him she'd kill everyone in this bowling alley and then herself.
The gutterball earns exactly two slow claps. Nailed it. Score.
The good news is, she's pretty sure she got the general idea of the whole thing.
The other good news is, she's stronger than the average person. Bowling balls don't really weigh all that much.
The other, other good news is that she has incredible aim.
All of this to say, when it's her turn and she steps up to the plate to fling that ball down the alley, every single one of those fucking pins goes down. Every single one. )
Is this the part where I say checkmate or something?
[ Eddie watches as Laura launches the ball, leaning slightly to the side to watch as every single last pin falls with a loud crash. He certainly expected that she would play a better game than his own, but that bar is in the lowest circle of hell. He wasn’t exactly expecting an immediate strike with, as far as he can tell, pretty excellent form. That ball was straight as an arrow and didn’t waver from its path once.
He’s not not proud of his role as Master of the Gutterball, but she’s really gonna wipe the floor with him and not even make it look like an accident. ]
Okay. Jesus Christ. I think you found your calling. Are you really gonna make me humiliate myself after that?
🎀 lmao i think we can fade to black around here? extremely successful bowling trip.
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Keep it consistent. He snorts, looking highly doubtful, but he nods. ]
I mean, I make no promises, but alright. Just, uh…watch out.
[ She’s absolutely about to sweep him in this one, but he’s willing to put in his best attempt simply because she’s never played before. If he’s lucky, very lucky, she’ll be even worse than he is. But he already knows that isn’t the case.
He selects his ball and approaches the line, rolls his arm back and lets the ball go. He doesn’t lose his grip on it or accidentally send it flying backward, thank god, but it drifts to the left as it rolls down the lane, only knocking own a single pin when it reaches the end. He squints and grimaces. ]
I mean…not even gonna lie to you, that’s kind of better than my usual.
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There stands she quite suddenly by his shoulder when he finishes his throw, arms crossed assessingly over her chest, a single eyebrow arched as only one pin falls.
If she's wearing a face very similar to the one he wore at her a minute ago, surely that's just coincidence. )
Nice one.
( Literally. One. )
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What can I say? I worked hard to get where I am.
[ He knows she’s not seriously complimenting him. There’s not exactly anything to compliment, but he grins and sweeps into a bow regardless. His poor bowling skills don’t exactly seem to bother him. ]
I’ll do one more so you can see how it’s really done and then, uh, it’s your turn to take on the master of the gutterball. ‘Kay?
[ He collects his ball from the return while the pins reset. He approaches the line again, pulls his arm back, and this time, he really does get a gutterball. ]
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The gutterball earns exactly two slow claps. Nailed it. Score.
The good news is, she's pretty sure she got the general idea of the whole thing.
The other good news is, she's stronger than the average person. Bowling balls don't really weigh all that much.
The other, other good news is that she has incredible aim.
All of this to say, when it's her turn and she steps up to the plate to fling that ball down the alley, every single one of those fucking pins goes down. Every single one. )
Is this the part where I say checkmate or something?
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[ Eddie watches as Laura launches the ball, leaning slightly to the side to watch as every single last pin falls with a loud crash. He certainly expected that she would play a better game than his own, but that bar is in the lowest circle of hell. He wasn’t exactly expecting an immediate strike with, as far as he can tell, pretty excellent form. That ball was straight as an arrow and didn’t waver from its path once.
He’s not not proud of his role as Master of the Gutterball, but she’s really gonna wipe the floor with him and not even make it look like an accident. ]
Okay. Jesus Christ. I think you found your calling. Are you really gonna make me humiliate myself after that?
🎀 lmao i think we can fade to black around here? extremely successful bowling trip.
I guess not.
( This makes them even, anyway. They both got trounced at something, they both did some trouncing. All in all, she'd call this mission a success.
Instead, she nudges him lightly with an elbow and says: )
Come on, let's go get some food instead.
( Everybody wins with food. )