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Fast Eddie's Bowling Alley, Tuesday Evening

When he told Chad that he wanted to start fresh, he really hadn't expected to get flowers. He wasn't sure what he had expected, but the thought was nice.

Teddy looked down as the waited for shoes. Chad's shoes actually. The poor guy at the front desk had to go searching for his size.

"Sorry about your shoes."

[[ooc: for the fake boyfriend, but open for your bowling needs.]]

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Chad shrugged a little as he leaned against the counter (carefully) while waiting. "They're just shoes," he said. Expensive Spanish leather shoes, but...not much he could do about them now, right? "Don't worry about it..."

The counter didn't sound like it was creaking. Yet.

"I can buy you a new pair if you want," Teddy said. "It's my fault they got ruined."

"It really doesn't matter, Ted," Chad said, then paused, looking at him, and smiled, ligtly, just a bit. "But my birthday's the seventh, if ya need any ideas."

Teddy nodded and made sure to remember the shoe size Chad told the guy. Now he wouldn't have to spaz over finding him a nice gift, win-win situation!

"I'll keep that in mind."

The guy returned and plopped the shoes down. "Closest we got."

Which Chad figured was close enough, although he really thought maybe this guy was just being unobservant because he could have sworn they had a pair his size the last time he was here, with Ranma.

When he realized that he was about to make a joke and suggest that maybe they won't notice if he just took these, the thought struck him on why they didn't have it any more. Huh.

Nudging Chad, Teddy turned to find their lane, completely oblivious of his boyfriends apperent kleptomania.

"I haven't bowled in ages," He told Chad. "So take it easy on me."

At being nudged, Chad followed, pulling out a chair and slipping off his tennis shoes (*sigh*) before plopping down into it to put on those super awesome, comfortable, and stylish bowling shoes. "I'll try. M'not much good, myself..."

Teddy took a seat as well, slipping his sneakers ~~(you drama queen)~~ off and putting on the lane shoes. "Trouble with throwing the ball too?" He asked, lacing up.

A slow grin ~~slowly~~ surfaced. "All strength, no control, right?"

"I have control!" Teddy said. "It's just... throwing a ball that won't destroy something isn't easy sometimes."

"I...have none," Chad admitted willingly, but, hey, they both knew that was true in more than just distribution of strength. "This'll be an interesting game."

Teddy nodded and stood, looking at the balls. The weight really didn't matter since they were all technically too light for him anyway.

He grabbed a green one.

"Bets on who loses worse?"

The trick with Chad and bowling balls was finding one that would fit his fingers. Thankfully, that guady red and orange swirled one he had his eye on (it kinda matched his shirt) was a perfect fit.

"What're we gonna bet?"

Before this, Teddy might have suggested sex as a prize, but they weren't doing that for a bit.

"Loser buys the winner drinks at Caritas for the next date?"

Chad was rather hoping it would be sex. He was hoping that the earlier mention of it didn't really mean what he thought it initially meant.

But drinks at Caritas were cool, too. Since he wanted to be the one to buy them, he said, "Kay. My bet's on you getting the worst score, then."

"Betting against your boyfriend?" Teddy asked, laughing. "Then I'm gonna say that you get the worst score."

Chad grinned; it made him happy to have Teddy laughing again. "Fair enough." He finished tying the second shoe and looked toward the lane. "Ready?"

As ready as he could be. He sucked at sports for a reason.

"After you," Teddy replied, not wanting to screw up first.

Chad nodded with an affirming grunt as he stood, took up the bowling ball and inspected the pins. He felt a little awkward in that standard moment of bowler's repose before approaching the line and making his shot with surprisingly good form.

Something must have gotten messed up in the form, though, because the ball went in the air about a quarter of the way down the lane, thumping heavily onto the lane and lazily rolling down it to slip into the gutter about an inch away from the corner pin.

Teddy wasn't snickering at all. He was coughing, honest.

Sitting back, he waited for Chad to take his next shot at it. "Maybe more rolly and less throwy?"

Chad took the criticism with a grunt and...well, he tried to apply it, but it didn't particularly work all too well as the second shot turned out about the same, with the exception of knocking over three pins.

The look he gave Teddy as he came back to sit down was definately one of 'okay, let's see you do better.'

Teddy grinned and went up to grab his ball. It was kinda like bowling with an inflatable beach ball. One that could break a pin in half if he wasn't careful.

He stood a few feet back and sighed, walking forward and gently, very gently letting the ball go.

It stopped halfway down the lane.

"Um..."

That sound wasn't a laugh from Chad, really. He was, uh, choking. On a pretzel. Despite there being no pretzels around.

This was going to be the best game of bowling ever.

"What now?"

Teddy looked down at his poor ball.

"We could trying rolling another one down to hit it," Teddy suggested.

That, of course, would mean one of them had to be able to aim for it correctly.

Chad went and stood beside Teddy with his own bowling ball in hand and inspected the situation carefully. He could do this aiming thing. He held out his hand, pointing, as if calling a baseball hit and then went to carefully roll his ball towards Teddy's ~~not dirty~~.

Which worked great to nudge Teddy's ball into enough motion to roll lazily down the lane.

But now Chad's ball was stuck.

"Dios. We suck at this game."

He didn't remember this much trouble last time. But last time did have cute Asian girls involved. Maybe that made a difference? But he sure as hell wasn't going to speculate on that outloud.

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