Fast Eddie's [late afternoon]

[momslilassassin]

Ben stared down at the pair of ugly, ugly, ugly bowling shoes in his hand with a frown. "I don't know why my own shoes aren't good enough," he complained to Tahiri. "They're black! And shiny!"

He frowned a little harder. "And, you know, match each other."

[OOC: For the daaaaaaate and great SP justice.]

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[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri eyed the next lane, considering. "It'd be faster. But how am I supposed to watch you and make you nervous that way?"

[momslilassassin]

"You're not making me nervous," Ben said. A lie, and not even a good one.

[weetuskenraider]

She just crossed her arms and looked at him, smiling.

[momslilassassin]

"Okay, so I'm a little nervous," he admitted. "I don't want to mess this up, and I clearly have no future as a professional bowler."

[weetuskenraider]

"Mess this up?" Tahiri echoed. "What, this date?"

[momslilassassin]

Ben nodded as he focused intently on his really ugly shoes.

Ben was kind of an idiot sometimes.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri stood up and walked over to him. "You're not the only one who's been nervous, you know. I have fun with you, and that's no different now. I'm not worried about you messing this up."

[momslilassassin]

"Worried about me kicking your butt, then?" Ben teased quietly, giving her a grateful smile.

[weetuskenraider]

"Always," Tahiri said. "But that's part of the fun."

[momslilassassin]

Ben reached out to squeeze her hand. "Want something to eat?"

Yes, Ben was of the age where everything could be solved with food.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri returned the squeeze and tentatively moved to lace her fingers with his. "Food sounds good." Somebody'd been nervous enough to forget about lunch.

[momslilassassin]

"Looks the pins are finally up," he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "Why don't you smack 'em back down while I brave the snack bar?"

Force knew what kind of junk food he'd come back with.

[weetuskenraider]

"Oh, I will. I'll get all of them, too," Tahiri promised, her eyes glinting mischievously. She hadn't specified how she planned to do that, after all.

[momslilassassin]

"Gonna march right down and talk them to death, huh?" he teased, probably not moving fast enough to avoid getting whacked.

[weetuskenraider]

He did, as a matter of fact, get swatted on the arm. "I could talk them to death from here if I wanted to, but that's too easy. The ball's more of a challenge."

[momslilassassin]

Ben laughed. "I'll be right back," he promised.

[weetuskenraider]

"And you'd better be psyched up to beat me this round," Tahiri told him. She didn't even bother to pick up the ball this time, and just Force-pushed it down the lane. Most people, when they stood at the line and made weird gestures, were only trying to body-English the ball, so it didn't exactly look out of place; the difference, of course, was that she really was making the ball roll the way she wanted it to, straight down toward the head pin.

Of course, anyone who'd ever been bowling before would know that you didn't really want to hit the head pin straight on . . .

[momslilassassin]

"Bet you didn't want to do that," Ben commented as he returned, arms loaded up with nachos and hot dogs and a size of soda cup guaranteed to provide sugar highs for both of them.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri grimaced when all the pins toppled except for two, leaving her with the dreaded 7-10 split, and quickly flicked a hand out. Oh, look, no split after all! Funny how that worked.

"Force, I could swim in that drink," she blurted out.

[momslilassassin]

"They called it a medium," Ben told her. "Oh, look, they all fell over. Funny how that happened a good few seconds after the ball..."

He was so planning the same thing.

[weetuskenraider]

"All the other pins falling over made the floor shake," Tahiri said as if he would buy it. "That's a medium? What's the large, a swimming pool?"

[momslilassassin]

"I think maybe the pond in the park," Ben said. "And I'm not drinking anything ducks swim in. It's kind of a policy I have."

That he'd made up right then. Not that it wasn't a good policy.

[weetuskenraider]

"Your policies are solid," Tahiri informed him as she came over to help relieve him of some of the food. And maybe thank him with a kiss.

[momslilassassin]

Ben was more than happy to be thanked in such a way. "I plan on using them as a platform to run for Chief of State," he murmured when he finally pulled back.

[weetuskenraider]

"I'll have to remind myself to vote for you someday," Tahiri said. If government number whatever still works that way. "Okay, now it's your turn."