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Fast Eddie's- Saturday night

The posters having gone up around town and the dorms (and Kitty was not going to be denying people for sucking, thank you, though she didn't doubt Topher there), Kitty arrived as Fast Eddie's early to get lanes. And then she realized that in a town this small, reserving them wasn't strictly necessary. There were plenty of open lanes, there were refreshments and there was a game night on a night when the world wasn't ending.

Come one, come all! Don your ugly shoes and throw a ball down a lane to knock down some pins!

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Get your shoes, see who's there, decide this isn't your thing and go play pool instead...

Topher was totally eyeing people as they came in to make sure they didn't suck, yeah.

Look, it was important to be sure.

"You're totally playing bouncer, aren't you?" Kitty noticed.

"Yup," Topher said, without any shame at all. "What, you're not?"

"Noooo," she said slowly.

"But... then people who suck might show up," he pointed out.

Thanks, Topher.

"Who are you thinking is going to show up that needs to be kicked out?" she wondered.

Topher shrugged. "Dunno. But it could happen."

"Maybe," she conceded. "But I think it's probably a little low on the concerns list."

"Depends on how much they suck," Topher pointed out. "What if they decide to bring the game to a screeching halt just to yell at me?" Again.

"Then they get yelled at till they stop," Kitty replied. Though Topher had hopefully learned about calling people by their actual names.

Topher glanced around. "Did we hire someone for that?"

Kitty tilted her head. "You think we'd need to hire someone for that?"

She didn't make that much money. She'd rather spend it on things like, oh, food and rent.

"If no one's guarding the door!"

"No one's going to guard the door," Kitty told him. "Everyone's going to have fun and not get yelled at and no one will have to get bounced."

"I think you're thinking small," Topher told her.

And then he went right back to watching the door. Like a paranoid weirdo.

Kitty was not having the best time with the shoes. It wasn't so much a vanity thing as much as one foot kept skidding whenever she tried to take a step.

She glanced down at her feet and scowled, really hoping this didn't end with her doing the splits down the lane.

Dorothy came from a time before ten pin bowling, so she arrived not quite knowing what to expect. She'd meant to investigate at the library, but had been distracted from doing so.

Instead, in her plain dress and pigtails, Dorothy entered Fast Eddie's with an apprehensive but eager expression on her face.

"Hi!" Kitty greeted her, waving her over. "You here for game night?"

"I am," Dorothy said with a big smile. It was very reassuring to be greeted like that. "I don't think I'm too familiar with the sport, but I hope to make the best of it."

"Great. I'm Kitty, by the way," she said. "Do you know about the shoes and getting your own ball and everything?"

"And I'm Dorothy," she introduced in return, giving a small curtsy. "I don't know anything about balls or shoes," Dorothy admitted, shaking her head. "I was hoping people would be nice enough to help me."

"That's a perfect cue if I've ever heard one," she said. "They make you change into their shoes, so you just have to go up to the desk over there and tell them your shoe size and you get to rent them for the night. And then there are bowling balls in the racks over there. You have to pick a few up, just to make sure they're not too heavy or light for you."

"Because we'll be pitching them down those?" Dorothy said, nodding over at the lanes. "I think I can do that. But why do you need special shoes?"

That seemed an odd request just for a game.

Eric was not the bowling type unless it was ironic bowling with Jaina.

(Shhh, it could be a thing.)

But he did want to appear to be slightly sociable (even if he...generally wasn't, really) and so he poked his head in to see who was around.

His criteria for people who didn't suck was slightly different than Topher's, probably.

"Hello."

"No zombies tonight," Kitty told him.

Not that she'd been at all self-conscious about zombie smell at her bar over the last month.

"Good," Eric said. "Though now the idea of zombies in bowling shoes will haunt me."

"...Me too," she realized. "Thanks for that."

"You started it," Eric said helpfully. "What if their fingers get stuck in the balls?"

"It'll be gross, that's what. I have to work with them," Kitty frowned. "This is all I'm going to be thinking about."

"Sorry," Eric said, sounding incredibly insincere.

"Yeah, yeah," she said. "Gonna bowl with us tonight?"

"I don't wear other people's shoes," Eric declared, making a face.

"But they're such cute shoes," she lied.

"They are not," Eric said flatly.

"They... might be to someone?" she tried.

"Blind people?" Eric suggested.

"I was going to go with 'people who aren't picky,'" she said.

"Like blind people."

Thank you, Eric.

Jack grabbed some shoes and headed out to pick out a ball and get suited up for a fine game of bowling. He wasn't great but he so needed a night out and this seemed to fit the bill.

Next time he'd have to get that remote control ball that Fargo uses for 7-10 splits.

Grab a ball and see what you can knock down. Feel free to mock those who constantly get gutterballs.

Unless they're like four. Then you're just mean.

Aaaaaand that would be Kitty's foot slipping just enough when she went to throw the ball that it went almost straight into the gutter.

"Maybe I can play barefoot."

For those who'd rather just watch the proceedings, or if you're just waiting your turn to go again and hanging out.

I'm off to Thrilling Adventure Hour around 5:45, but around till then and will attempt once more to ping from my phone!

I need to stop posting these on TAH night, seriously.

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