fandomtownies | Fast Eddie's, Saturday afternoon

"Ah! But ladies are always first, Dinah!" exclaimed Prince Edward cheerfully as he rocked back on his bowling shoe heels. He did not think Priest would argue with that statement.

Dinah beamed at him, then said, "Okay, then we just have the very serious issue of each picking out our ball. I mean, get the wrong one, and you're stuck for the rest of the game and it's all down the gutter from there."

She might have been eyeing a very shiny sapphire one. With stars on it.

"Have you played before, Edward?"

"Serious indeed," he responded, eyeing a burgundy ball with glittery gold swirls. It was perfect!

Grinning wide at her question, he said, "Ahhh, but of course. In P.E. It is a game I do not quite understand, but that hardly matters when you get to play with balls and try to knock things down! Ah-hah!"

Dinah snickered at the Ah-hah! and said, "Well, we keep score on who knocks the most down. And whoever gets the highest score wins, and .... ooo, should get to pick the video games we play over there." She hefted her sapphire ball up, and swung it by her fingers.

Priestly was hefting a bright lime green ball with great care and seriousness.

Not that he had any idea what weight worked best for him.

"There's some complicated things about when you manage to knock all the balls down at once and stuff, too, but there's usually a computer to keep track of all that."

Prince Edward picked up the ball he'd chosen for himself and hugged it to his chest. He didn't get the complicated part but he wouldn't worry his mind over such details. It was a gaaaaaame! Oh, JOY!

"Priest, would you like to go second?"

Dinah bounced up to the line, and set herself up, staring down the alley. "Die, evil bowling pins!"

Pull back, release, and... okay, knocking over one ball totally had her still in! "Woo!"

And she managed to knock down two more before her turn was over. "You guys have P.E. together, right? Is that class always as weird as the movie with treadmills day?"

Priestly stepped up to the line and waited for the pins to reset. "Not always. But the movie and treadmill one wasn't anywhere near as weird as when we sheared sheep."

Gutter, ouch. Nicely followed by catching five on the second go, though.

Prince Edward beamed. "Shearing sheep was amazing!"

He stepped up to the line and let his ball fly. Literally. It bounced towards the end there, managing to knock out all of his pins.

He could not be blamed for having an easy time of it!

Ah-hah!

"Seriously?" Dinah boggled. "Sheep. Okay, maybe I was wrong, maybe Mr. Dex wasn't a bounty hunter in space. Maybe he was a ... rancher, or something."

Then she was boggling at Edward's throw and score. "How do you do that?"

Priestly winced slightly at the bouncing. "It's probably some kind of Andalasian prince mojo. You know you're supposed to roll the ball, right, man?"

"I simply knocked down the pins! Ah-hah! Is this not fun?"

He grinned at Priest. "But of course! Did you not see my ball roll?" Okay, it rolled right there at the end, but wasn't that what mattered?

"What is an Andalasian prince mojo?"

"It's like the swimming, and how you could do it without lessons," Dinah realized. "You do have mojo. You could probably rappel or dance or do whatever without practicing either," she added, perching on the back of one of the chairs.

"Definitely a mojo. Like Dinah's . . . yeah, anyway. I need to get me some mojo." He shrugged. "Anyway. A strike means that frame's over. You're up, Dinah."

"Like swimming and I can dance. You should dance with me, Dinah," he told her with a wink. An endearment he'd learned since last seeing her. "This rappel, I don't know what that is?"

Mojo? He was still lost on that, but did he find out what it was, he would certainly give some to Priest.

"Climbing down buildings or mountains using a rope," Dinah said, grabbing her ball and advancing to the line again. "Priestly, you'll get mojo, I'm sure of it. Ratman doesn't need anything other than being awesome, does he?"

She blinked a moment at Edward's wink, then smirked back at him, blushing a little. "You should!"

And release.... theis time at least the ball managed to hit two pins. "Yes!"

And then she picked up a spare. "WOooooOooooOO!"

"Ratman has like, a bajillion dollars he inherited so he never had to work. Just spend all his time training." Priestly couldn't help but grin at her spare joy. And maybe wince a little. That was a lot of volume.

He let fly his ball. 8 pins.

7 - 10 split.

"Oh god, I'm so screwed."

"I've never heard of half man half rat. How... strange. Perhaps I should meet this person."

Hmm.

"Priest," he said, keeping his voice low but eyeing Dinah. "Perhaps you should not say that word in front of ladies. That very word was used in that movie with the... horses and... women."

Dinah totally missed this part of the byplay, adding up scores so far, and looked up as Priestly groaned about the split. "Um. You could maybe do a ricochet thing?" she offered. "And okay, maybe not Ratman. Maybe more like...." She flailed for a second. "Archer guy, whatshisname?"

"Right. I don't have to be super rich, I just have to learn how to shoot arrows." Priestly sighed and took a few practice swings with the ball. He was pretty sure he could only hope of hitting one of the pins. If that. "And Dinah doesn't care if I say 'screwed'. Right, Dinah? You're all emancipated and shit?"

Oh Priestly, you're such a gentleman.

Blink.

These two kept confusing him!

"Priest! You must watch your mouth around the lady. I insist!"

Dinah hastily broke in, seeing another argument in the making. "It's okay, Edward, I promise. It doesn't mean, uh. Anything too bad?" She paused and tried to think of how to say it, then finished with, "Just out of luck, mostly. Yeah. That's it." To Priestly, she said, "The weed bugs me more than your language ever will, so let fly, guy."

"Oh come on. It's just pot!" Priestly's pretty sure they're gonna have this conversation over and over and over. He lets fly with the ball.

It rolls down the alley, nearly guttering at the end, but knocks into the tenth pin. Which shoots sideways and knocks over the seven.

"Holy crap. HOLY CRAP!" Priestly threw his hands in the air. "I AM THE BOWLING KING!"

Prince Edward chuckled. "Ah, Priest, I truly doubt there is such a thing and given the true king of Fandom, I do not think the title which you just claimed would go over well."

Taking up his ball, he stepped to the line. "Someone must explain this weed and pot to me."

Grinning over his shoulder at the two, he then let his ball fly.

STRIKE!

Very little bouncing this time.

"Ah-hah! But this is amusing!"

"Mojo," Dinah repeated, half-disgusted, half-amazed. "I just ... yeah. Go, Priestly!" She added, still shaking her head as she went to pick up her ball. "Okay, if Priestly's not the king, who is? And weed's, uh. Stuff you smoke."

Toes to the line. Ball under chin. This is for the championship, people.

Pull back, and let rolllllllll....

All but one! "Woohooo!"

Which she totally failed to knock down on the second go. But so what!

"And I'll let it go, Priestly, but you know I won't change my mind."

"Yeah, yeah. You still haven't given me a good reason, Ms. I like to climb tall buildings. And I wanna know who the 'true king of Fandom' is, too. I'm pretty sure Fandom's part of a democratic society."

He stepped up, threw the ball, and tried to visualize a strike.

Eight pins again, no split. Okay, okay, take two. . . . One more pin down.

Not bad.

Prince Edward took a moment to look at them like they were crazy. "How can you go to this school and never hear of King Bass?"

He smiled, bounded over to take up his ball. "Excellent, both of you!"

Stepping to the line, he continued to speak as he more or less just tossed his ball. "Smoking. Hm. I think this would not be good for you."

Bounce. Bounce. Bounce... STRIKE!

"As for you, Dinah... is it true? Do you climb tall buildings?"

"King what?" And despite the rule that We Don't Laugh When Edward Says Stuff, Dinah fell off her perch and onto the floor, giggling. "Ow! Um, Chuck Bass? Dark-haired guy, lives next door to me, kinda... something?"

From the floor, she pulled herself back up to standing using the ball-rail. "And yes, yes I do. Jump off buildings. It's fun! And I'm very careful! And thank you for agreeing with me on the smoking."

Priestly couldn't help but snort himself. "I don't know guys, I mean, I'm getting the stuff from King Bass himself. . . ."

"So not surprised," Dinah said, rolling her eyes, and reassuming her perch. "That he told people he was a king, or sharing the wealth around. He was nice to me when I was a little kid," she added, to be fair. "But. Dude. He's the king of slackers, if he's the king of anything."

Edited 2009-03-28 23:30 (UTC)

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Priestly rolled his eyes. "Slacking on Chuckie's level? Man, that takes some mad effort."

"Dinah, be careful. One should not laugh at a king," Prince Edward stated. "And perhaps the next time you feel the need to climb a building, you should call me."

He turned to Priest and raised his brows. "You get... this weed from a king?"

Dinah facepalmed, then went to pick up her bowling ball. "Edward, he was making that up. There are no kings in America." She took a breath, winding up and letting the ball slowwwwwwly flow down the lane. "But I will! You'd like it, it's fun! And we can see if your mojo goes for climbing!"

STRIKE!

"EEEEeeeee!"

Wow, that was loud. "Oh yeah, Edward, totally. As a reward for protecting him in battle."

Battle, food fight, same difference.

"And I think I might skip the climbing mojo."

Get a strike get a strike get a strike get a stri -- seven.

Dammit!

At least maybe he could pick up the spare?

. . . No. Two more down. Crap.

"I do not like the sound of that. I will have to speak with this Bass now."

A beat.

"And I will demand his weed!"

He stepped to the line and let his ball soar...

Bounce bounce bounce...

STRIKE!

But he had turned around to the others before he noticed it.

"Climbing is not difficult for me. We have huge trees in Andalasia and I climb them effortlessly, not to mention the giant ogres. Ahhhh, I miss hunting! Priest! Let us go hunting!"

"Cool. Wait, you climb giant ogres?" Dinah asked, momentarily diverted from the question of Chuck. Also resigning herself to hopefully beating Priestly, 'cause clearly, she wasn't beating Edward. "And I don't think he'll give you the weed 'cause you demand it, Edward. I really don't."

"He probably would if you gave him money, though. And you have a problem with protecting people in battle?"

"Ah-hah! Of course, Dinah! Andalasia is full of them." Not entirely, but there were a few.

"I have money. I shall think on this." He blinked at Priest. "What an odd question." He has never been in battle. Andalasia was joyful!

Almost always!

"Wow. And no, don't buy weed from him," Dinah protested, picking up her pretty shiny ball again. "It's bad for you, and he'll just get more--"

Pull back, release too soon, and gutter-gutter-gutterball. "Awwwwww."

"I thought you fought lots of things?" Dinah asked after sitting back down, confused.

"There's evidence showing that pot used in moderation can actually be beneficial instead of harmful." Priestly stepped up with his ball. "Don't let the propaganda get to you, Dinah. Either the for or the against."

A six and a four. Spare!

Fast Eddie's, Saturday afternoon

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