( 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 wasnβt exactly expecting an immediate strike with, as far as he can tell, pretty excellent form. That ball was straight as an arrow and didnβt waver from its path once.
Heβs not not proud of his role as Master of the Gutterball, but sheβs 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?
π lmao i think we can fade to black around here? extremely successful bowling trip.
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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 wasnβt exactly expecting an immediate strike with, as far as he can tell, pretty excellent form. That ball was straight as an arrow and didnβt waver from its path once.
Heβs not not proud of his role as Master of the Gutterball, but sheβs 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?
π 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. )