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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!]

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It wasn't fair her bribes failed. If that smirky bastard had tried it, five bucks said the kid would've done what he wanted. Caroline sighed and turned back to the lane, really not caring if she hit anything because if it wasn't perfect, it wasn't good enough and she'd already missed perfect.

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.

"Well done, Caroline," Nathan cheered, giving her an over the head round of applause to show her he was proud of her. Or maybe to show her that he was teasing her.

"Better," Caoimhe told her very matter-of-factly before getting up and getting her own ball because she was up next. "Watch and learn."

Caroline gave a very overdone curtsy and flopped into the chairs by Nathan. "Oh yes, please, small child. Show me how bowling is done. And then turn water into wine and get me a drink."

Lord knew she deserved one dealing with these two.

Nathan was smirking at her like the proverbial bastard that he was when she sat down beside him. He didn't think he made things hard at all.

Meanwhile, Caoimhe stepped up to the line and pushed her ball down the lane. It rolled slowly and it kept curving even if she tried to push it back straight with gestures. With a quiet thump, it rolled into the gutter.

"Caroline, you're winning right now," Nathan informed her, reaching over to pat her shoulder with two fingers. "You should be gloating and enjoying the limelight while you can't. It won't last."

Caoimhe, in fact, was staring at the pins very intently, waiting for her ball to come back.

"I'll gloat after I see how you play," she replied smartly. "The kid could be messing with my mind here, trying to set me up for a bigger fall."

Caroline turned to look at him, her hair falling to cover his hand. "She is related to you, after all."

Nathan really wanted to ask what she meant by that but he wasn't sure if he'd like the answer. Instead, he twirled a few strands of hair around his fingers after they'd fallen against his hand and just watched her.

Behind him, he could hear Caoimhe tossing her ball down the lane again. He didn't watch it because, well, he was focused on someone else. Well, he was focused on Caroline until he heard the kid give some sort of heaving sad sigh behind him.

When he did turn around, he saw her second throw in the gutter and the kid looking like she might cry which...was something he didn't want to deal with. So, without really thinking, he jumped out of his seat and actually hopped onto the lane, chasing her slowly moving ball down until he could reach down and grab it before it disappeared.

The oil on the lane made him slip and actually fall on his ass but he was able to heave the ball back down towards the pins and watched it thankfully knock down nine of the pins.

Caoimhe was already jumping up and down at back down where she'd been standing like she'd just done all of that on her own. Nathan let her have that one.

Caroline was not watching him touch her hair because that was exactly the sort of thing she had meant.

And then Nathan was making a huge ass out of himself to prevent the child from bawling and Caroline had to wonder again. Whatever, she shook her head, not wanting to know, and focused on giving a little cheer for the kid's success.

Not for Nathan saving it.

Nope.

Nathan came hobbling back up the lane, holding his back because wooden lanes? Surprisingly hard if you crashed down on them and were as thin and lanky as he was.

"Yeah, yeah, good job kid," he said, taking a moment to do some bending and some stretching before he reached for his own ball. He held his ball up to his chest and sent Caroline a grin. "Gonna cheer for me now?"

"Nope!" Caroline replied, cheerfully grinning back at him. "You did too well before. Now I have to sit back and secretly throw curses your way in the hopes that I will end up beating you."

"You're so mean to me," he said, shaking his head at her before turning back around towards the pins. Caoimhe hopped up into his empty seat so she could sit against Caroline's hip while they both watched.

Nathan tossed his ball down the hall and was about to start gloating at it being a straight shot when it veered off at the last minute and netted him a measly four pins.

"Oh, that's fucking bullshit," he said, glaring down at the pins with a hand on his hips. "The lane's obviously defective. Fuck this game, I'm awesome!"

"Oh yes, it's clearly the game's fault," Caroline said, rolling her eyes. "Kiva, don't you want like, snacks and stuff? Might make it more fun to watch your daddy nearly kill himself trying to beat us." Look at who was trying to get out of playing.

"Fuck you," Nathan said without any real as he wandered back closer to them. "I hit more than you, didn't I?"

Actually, he hadn't but he still did have another shot to go.

"Can I get some ice cream?" Caoimhe asked, looking up at Caroline. "With hot fudge sauce? I won't throw it anyone this time!"

Caroline just rolled her eyes at Nathan's curse. She was used to his constant verbalization of his desire. Too bad it was never going to happen.

"You throw ice cream?" Caroline looked horrified at her spawn. "Are those your genes at work, daddy? Because I don't think I'd look very good wearing hot fudge sauce."

"Why is everything my fault?" Nathan asked her, crossing his arms.'

"Yep!" Caoimhe answered, thus making it his fault and making Caroline right. "But I won't throw it this time, I promise. I'll get ice cream and you can have nachos and Daddy can eat the jalapenos!"

Oh look, that was a thing there too. Nathan smirked and looked down at the alley because that was kind of cute to hear.

Yeah, she was not looking at Nathan after the child let that detail slip. "That's one thing he's good at," Caroline allowed, chewing her bottom lip. "I guess we can do that. Once your daddy's done with this whole bowling thing. What, nine more frames? Once you toss this one in the gutter, of course." Could he handle the ribbing?

Nathan walked backwards and picked up his ball, swinging it confidently. "I'm good at a lot of things. You should know some of them by now. I'm not a complete mental twat, you know."

With that said, he turned around and tossed his ball down the lane, using a few hip thrusts to try and get it to crash into the pins. It worked...somewhat. He knocked about three more pins down which put him ahead of Caroline and behind the kid.

"And I'm a damn good bowler too," he said, walking back down the lane and smirking. "Better than you are, dearest. Suck it."

Oh, if only he could have meant that literally with her.

"Oh yeah? Didn't look so impressive to me," Caroline said, taking his suck it as a total challenge to take this bowling thing just a little more seriously. Despite being terrible at it, her competitive spirit was easily ignited.

Especially by his stupid smirk.

She jumped up for her turn and made sure to brush past him unnecessarily as she went to grab her ball. "Cheer for your mum, kid."

No cheering would be good enough. The ball sailed down the lane, leaving a god-damned three pin split. So not fair.

Nathan had been left standing on the lane after she'd nearly bowled him over (okay, it wasn't that bad but he was a drama queen sometimes) and that meant getting a pretty damn closeup view of her split.

Nathan covered his face with a hand, trying not to let on that he'd started snickering quietly. Caoimhe got up on her chair and clapped though.

"Get a spare, Mum!" she said, sounding completely sincere. "Come on, beat Daddy! You tell me he sucks all the time! Show him show him!"

"Tough pickup," Nathan said, still standing there with his hands on his hips. "Think you can do it?"

"Absolutely," Caroline lied, retrieving her ball and looking down the lane. To do it, somehow she'd have to hit the two pins in such a way that one would shoot across the lane and take out the third.

Yeah, it was so never going to happen, but she was still completely determined out of total spite.

Caroline took a deep breath and sent the ball flying down the lane, immediately covering her eyes with her hands, not wanting to see what happened.

Nathan was perfectly happy to watch the shot for her. It became pretty clear to him pretty quick that she was going to knock down the two pins with no problem at all. That one pin wasn't gonna go fucking anywhere though.

Unless...

Since Caroline was covering her eyes, Nathan quickly motioned for the kid to keep quiet before he stealthily (he didn't care if her hearing was gonna pick it up) moved around Caroline, picked up his own ball and tossed it down the lane at that one fucking pin.

Her ball hit the two pins, sending them scattering and his ball hit the remaining one, giving her a spare.

"Oh fuck! You picked it up, Caroline!" he exclaimed, scooting right back to where he'd been standing and giving her another over the head round of applause. Caoimhe joined right in because she thought that had been hilarious.

Nathan was right to think despite her eyes being closed and covered that Caroline would hear him tossing a second ball after hers.

Opening her eyes wide to their cheering and the child's admittedly adorable laughter, Caroline was hit with just how adorable it was for him to try and make her win when she really should have lost.

"Oh my God!" Caroline cried out, bouncing over to Nathan with outstretched arms to try and hug him. "I cannot believe--" her voice changed to completely pissed off, "--that you thought I was so stupid!" And then she started smacking his shoulders.

"Hey! Ow ow ow! What the fuck?!" Nathan yelped, trying to swat her hands away while backing away from her and her suddenly swinging hands. That had been a scary quick mood change right there and he had no idea what he'd done to bring it on.

"Caroline, stop hitting me, goddammit," he swore, still trying to fend her off. "What the fucking hell is wrong with you right now? I don't think you're stupid at all!"

Sorry, kid. The language wasn't gonna stop.

"What the fuck, Nathan! How dare you do that to me! You knew exactly what you were doing, letting me win and being all cute with the kid," Caroline said, still complaining even if she'd stopped hitting him for the moment. "Stop setting me up!"

"I'm not setting you up!" Nathan told her, still holding up a hand in case she started swinging at him again. "I'm not! I'm just -- "

He stared down at where she'd just picked up an assisted spare before looking back at her. "I'm not trying to set you up for some big fucking fall, Caroline!"

His brain had finally dinged upon that as possibly being connected to this. "I'm not! I am right here, you know. If I were trying to make you fall, don't you think I'd be taking off, leaving you with the kid? No. I wanted to make you fucking smile!"

Caroline almost felt badly that the child had to watch her parents yelling at one another about stupid fucking shit like smiling and perpetual abandonment.

"I smiled," she told him, not even capable of frowning with the frustration she was trying to cope with. "And I see you here, Nathan. Just, I don't understand why you care if I'm smiling or not! Didn't you tell me before that you don't care? Only now, suddenly you do?"

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