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Fast Eddie's; Monday Evening [ 01/26 ].

Daisy'd offered to get the shoes while Loki could set up the board. She gave him the benefit of the doubt that he wouldn't enter in something mean or stupid for her name, and that he wouldn't break the damn thing trying to work it.

"They didn't have your size," she said upon return, presenting him with the abonimations of footwear.

They actually did; Daisy just thought the next half-size up were much uglier, and therefor worth inflicting on him.

Not that hers were much better; she had a seat to switch them up, contemplating on how she'd never own a dress that would actually match these things.

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"They didn't have my size?" he repeated, staring down at the horrific shoes she'd gotten him. "Really?"

He'd managed to set up the board with only a minute amount of cursing and, miracle of miracles, the names were correct. Well, okay, he actually drew flowers around her name.

He had to do something.

"These things make my fucking eyes hurt."

"Good thing you don't have to look at them, then," said Daisy, glancing up from her own industrious attempts to tie the obscenely long laces of her shoes. "I hear that they make them this ugly to dissuade theft. Hasn't stopped some people, though."

"I almost just want to bowl in my socks," he said, picking up the shoes and looking them over carefully. They didn't look like they'd been dipped in some toxic gunk so he started pulling off one of his boots. "I hope I don't get fucking Athlete's foot."

"Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch," said Daisy with an admiring chuckle. She pointed out her toes, properly shod, wiggled them from inside, and then made a face. Burgundy and olive green. Lovely.

"I am bowled--" Okay, that was just an incredibly lucky pun. "--over by your sexiness right now. Look at those shoes. I can barely contain myself."

Amazing how a pun could be simultaniously awful and awesome at the same time. Chuckling a little, Daisy preened. "Amazing what the right pair of shoes can do for a gal."

"Meanwhile, I'm going to look like a fucking clown," he said, finally getting the red and gold monstrosities on his feet and tied decently enough. "I think I just heard the world groan when I put these on. Did you hear that? Even the world hates these shoes."

"Because I'm sure the world cares that much about your footwear," said Daisy, then she clapped her hands together. "So who's first?"

"Well, they should!" he decided and thumped the board just because it was there. "And you are. I put your name first. Alphabetical order and all that."

No, he just wanted her to go first. To see if he was going to get his everloving ass kicked.

"That's good and sensible," Daisy complimented, giving a little nod before getting to her feet. She plucked out the fairly light bowling ball she'd picked out (which was also a very violently orange), stood at the end of the lane, and eyed the pin down the way with great intent.

Her gaze ended up being the only thing to hit the pins. The ball clunked to the floor, rolled a little, and then lazily dropped into the gutter.

"Off to a good start!"

"I don't think the ball was supposed to go there," he said helpfully.

He looked over at her, frowning exaggeratedly. "You have bowled before, right? Do we need a lesson before you throw again? I don't want that ball landing on my foot because you were confused."

"I'm just getting warmed up!" Daisy informed Loki, smirking.

No. No, she wasn't. But her next roll did manage to make it down to the end of the lane and nudge over one of the pins at the end.

"See?"

"Oh, look at that!" Loki said and made a show of clapping. "You've got one. The rest of the pins were shaking though. It's only a matter of time before your charm knocks them all down."

Daisy gave a little bow. "Let's see you do better, hot stuff."

Which she knew that Loki would. Even if she wasn't fairly certain that he might actually be pretty good at this, anyone could do better than she could.

"Your wish is my command," he said, sliding out of his seat and reaching for the only ball that he'd found that felt comfortable.

It was turquoise. Of fucking course.

He hadn't bowled in fucking forever but the general gist, to him, was to throw the ball as hard as he could at the pins. Forget style, it was the power that was the important thing here.

So, he stepped up, took a minute to make sure he wasn't going to hurl the thing into another lane and then hurled the ball down the lane. For all the force behind it, he managed five pins.

That wasn't right and he was just going to stare at the pins. Because, maybe that would make them all fall.

Five pins was really good! Daisy applauded the nice start before calling out, "You know, no matter how hard you throw it, they're not going to explode on impact. Good try, though!"

"Things usually fall down when I throw something at them," he said, almost confused. The inferior turquoise ball came rolling back and he picked up.

He could make the spare. He could do this. Easy as pie. Step, step, sling...and watch the ball completely fucking miss each pin.

"Stupid fucking ball," he grumbled loudly. It was the ball's fault. Completely.

"You're not supposed to hit the ones you already got, Loki," Daisy informed him, helpfully.

"I will throw my shoe at you," he mock threatened before taking a seat. "And these things, who knows what kind of damage they'll do."

"No, no, Loki," Daisy chided lightly as she got up for her turn, "you throw the balls, not the shoes. Have you ever bowled before?"

"I'd probably knock down more pins with my shoes then you would with your ball," he said, smirking.

"I'd still win, though," said Daisy, "because that's not how you play."

Playing, apparently, meant another poorly aimed ball headed straight for the gutter. It had a pretty cute twist to it, though, as far as twists went.

"You should keep your day job," he advised solemnly. "Do they not have bowling across the pond? Too busy playing, uh, croquet? No, badminton!"

"Proper football!" Daisy countered, releasing the ball in a way that could only be described as impossibly girly, but it seemed to work for her since she got a whole three pins that time, once it made it to the end of the lane, which took quite a long time.

"I've almost caught up; better make this good."

"Well, I'm all energetic now," he said, getting to his feet, "after that nice nap your last throw afforded me. Any longer and I'd have started growing facial hair."

He snagged his ball and spent a little more time aiming. And cursing under his breath at the ball that it'd better get some fucking pins or he was going to crush it.

He threw it, just as hard as the last throw, and watched six pins fall with one teetering.

Loki stomped a foot to try and aide it along. It didn't help.

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