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Fast Eddie's | Afternoon | Sunday | February 13
The thing about having a kid, alternate universe or not, was that she constantly wanted to be entertained. Even after the awesomely bad example he and Caroline had set last night by giving the kid cough syrup to make her sleep, she'd woken up the next morning even more energetic than the day before.
Trying to sleep in was fucking impossible when he had a kid jumping on his back and pulling on his hair. Caoimhe refused to just sit around in their room either, deciding that she wanted to go out and do something. She wanted to have fun.
So, Nathan had picked the activity. That might have been a frightening prospect but he thought he'd done a good job. Of course, as soon as he stepped into Fast Eddie's, he spread his arms wide and shouted, "Bowling!"
Such an ass.
[Nathan's here for two blondes but this is an open place in town so feel free to have families drop in!]
Trying to sleep in was fucking impossible when he had a kid jumping on his back and pulling on his hair. Caoimhe refused to just sit around in their room either, deciding that she wanted to go out and do something. She wanted to have fun.
So, Nathan had picked the activity. That might have been a frightening prospect but he thought he'd done a good job. Of course, as soon as he stepped into Fast Eddie's, he spread his arms wide and shouted, "Bowling!"
Such an ass.
[Nathan's here for two blondes but this is an open place in town so feel free to have families drop in!]
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"Seriously, you're sure I can't just wear my normal shoes and do this?" She didn't think she was going to be all that great...at least not without breaking something on accident.
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Caoimhe just rolled her eyes and relayed her shoe size to the guy behind the counter. "It's not rocket science, Dad. God, I bet you don't even know my birthday."
"Nope," he agreed, shrugging. "Sorry kid, better start preparing yourself for a fucking empty birthday. Now, let's us a lane. I'm an amazing bowler."
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"It's called confidence, Caroline," he said, shooting her a bright smile. "I think it's quite attractive on a person who really works it. You can be fake confident or weak confident and it's just sad but if you're just full on confident, it's like a fucking aphrodisiac."
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"That must be where she gets it," Caroline said, sitting down across from the girl to put her ugly, non-matching shoes on. "These things are too gross. Do I really have to wear them? What if I promise not to scuff the floor?"
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"I wanna put in the names," Caoimhe told him, pushing his hands away and focusing on the keyboard. "Your names are always stupid. Mum hates them because you always call her Tits."
Nathan choked on a laugh. Apparently, any version of him was just an awesome, awesome person.
"What does she call me?" Nathan asked, curious.
"Dickhead," Caoimhe said without hesitation.
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"I should take pictures and send them to my mother just to freak her the hell out. Bet your grandma adores your father." Now that would actually be a point in Nathan's favor since Caroline didn't like doing anything (or one) her mother liked.
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He came over and stood in front of her, beaming.
"I'm charming."
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Instead, he flopped down beside her and started pulling off his shoes so he could get the proper footwear on his feet. He glanced up at the scorecard and watched the names 'MUMMY', 'DADDY' and 'ME' get slowly entered. Nathan was disappointed that his kid didn't get more creative. Come on!
"No one loathes me for long," he said, shrugging lazily. "It's just a fact of life. You don't loathe me, right?"
Don't lie, Caroline. It's not nice.
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Nathan leaned down, elbows on his knees to be a little more at her eye level (what with her tying her shoes and all), glanced over at her and said, "I don't loathe you."
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Not that she'd acted like she hated him lately. Even if she kind of hated how he was so clueless and unable to grasp the smallest of things. "So kid, how does this work? Do we try or do we let you win?"
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And she was smug AND confident about that fact. Sure, they were both humongous and adults (compared to her) but that didn't mean jack squat when it came to bowling.
"Mummy's first," she said, hopping down off a chair and going to fetch the absolute heaviest ball she could before handing it off to Caroline. The weight probably wouldn't be much trouble for her but it was a pretty blue!
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She looked between Kiva and the other end where the pins were neatly lined up. "Right, so the goal is to...knock down all the pins? Have I mentioned I don't do sports so much as cheer them on?"
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"Pretend like those pins all have my face on them and throw the ball down the lane to try and knock them all down," Nathan informed her, smirking. Hey, she'd been a little ticked at him lately so giving her that incentive seemed to be the best thing to motivate her. "You get two shots. Throw it in the gutter and I'm making fun of you."
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Nathan just kept grinning and stayed where he was because no, he wasn't going to lay down on the lanes. He didn't need to get the lane oil on his back.
Caoimhe rolled her eyes and smacked a hand against the console. "I'm dying over here. Roll the ball, Mum."
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When she flung the ball down the lane it seemed to nearly hang in the air before smacking the center of the lane and beginning a slow roll. "Oh come on!" Caroline complained, watching the ball curve to the side and slowly approach a single pin that toppled with a sad, hollow sound.
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"Well done, Caroline," he said, still laughing. "I thought you were gonna take some of the fucking lights out with that hanger of a throw. You don't get points for hangtime."
Caoimhe was already up on her feet, reaching to tug on Caroline's hand like she could help her mum be better. "Throw it straight."
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Maybe if she was super nice to the kid and offered her the blue ball that popped up from the ball return things could be different. "Are you really going to make me go again? Come on, throw the ball for me! I'll buy you candy."
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This time the ball didn't sail quite so high on the release, and it somehow managed to take out a half dozen pins with greater speed. Bah, like Caroline cared.
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"Better," Caoimhe told her very matter-of-factly before getting up and getting her own ball because she was up next. "Watch and learn."
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Rusty's first try landed in the gutter, though. "I meant to do that! I was just... measuring the edge-place to make sure the ball would fit!"