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Fast Eddie's, Sunday Afternoon

Liam didn't remember exactly how the topic had come up, but somehow, he and Beau had been talking and they'd made the mutual discovery that not only had neither of them been to the bowling place on the island, neither of them had ever actually gone bowling at all.

Being the naturally competitive people that they were, they'd decided they should fix that. So here they were, swapping out regular shoes for ugly bowling shoes and about to get down to the extremely serious business of a bowling competition.

[ooc: i have a sunday off for once, shockingly! expecting the one mentioned and much SP, but also open!]

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"Liam," Beau complained loudly, "why did I let you talk me into this?"

There had been no 'talking into it' involved, for the record.

"These shoes are, like, the worst."

Not that she wasn't already lacing them up and trying to get used to walking in them. While looking for a nice blue bowling ball, although she was maybe putting more importance on making it impressively heavy than, you know. Being able to use it.

"Yeah," Liam snorted. "I really had to twist your arm." He frowned down at his own brown-and-orange shoe monstrosities. "I guess I sort of get it," he admitted. "You wouldn't wanna be doing this barefoot or in socks, but this way we're not tracking outside dirt all over the place." Ask him his opinion on people who wore shoes in the house sometime, Beau. "But," he continued. "Do they have to be so ugly?"

"I think it's a psychological ploy of some kind." Beau glared down at the tan-and-puke-green shoes she'd gotten stuck with. "To throw us off, so we keep paying for more games because we can totally do better."

"Maybe," Liam agreed. "So why are the bowling balls kinda neat, then?" he asked, finally deciding on one that was black and sparkly, with purple swirls throughout.

"To distract us from recognizing the mindfuckery of the shoes," Beau decided, nodding as she picked out a ball that was a sort of marbled swirl of deep blue and turquoise and about two pounds heavier than would be optimal for her. "Also, because why the hell not?"

"Why the hell not?" Liam echoed.

If he were a better (read: less competitive) person, he might have pointed out that judging from the way she was hefting that ball, Beau might want to look for one a little lighter.

Pfffffffffffft.

"Okay, so what, we pick a lane and then we do this? How do we know who goes first? Do we ~~roll initiative~~ flip a coin for it? Play boulder, parchment, shears? Arm wrestle? What?" Beau was squinting down the lanes, as if one of them was going to give her a hint as to its being more suitable than the others.

“No arm wrestling,” Liam decided. “Gotta save our strength for throwing the ball.”

"Dude." Beau gave him a slightly appalled, slightly mock-hurt look. "Some of us have enough to do both."

It wasn't going to be Beauregard "I have no strength modifier" Lionett, that was for sure.

"So ... " She pulled a coin out of her pocket -- an Imperial silver piece, as it happened, since she had some seriously mixed change in her pockets all the time. "Heads or tails?"

"Tai- what sort of coin is that?" Liam asked, curious. Look, the Kimera had been celestial anthropologists. Sometimes that part of him came out to play.

Beau looked down at the coin in her hand, snorted idly, and tossed it at him. "That's from home. Or -- where I come from, anyway. Nerd."

Despite her tone, it was an affectionate expression, which hopefully Liam knew her well enough to get by now.

"Huh," Liam said, turning it over in his hands, running a thumb over the edge of the coin. "Neat." A little half-eyeroll at the 'nerd' comment, because which one of them had actually worked in a library, Beauregard?

Hey now. To be fair, being at the monastery that ran said library had not been her choice.

But yeah, she'd read a lot while she was there. So.

"I kinda feel like it's a lot simpler, denomination-wise, than money is here? Ten copper to one silver, ten silver to one gold, ten gold to one platinum. It just, uh." Beau chuckled. "Like, if you say you're loaded? You're literally loaded. Shit gets fuckin' heavy."

She gestured toward the coin. "It's yours if you want to, I don't know, start a collection or something."

"I- thanks." Liam beamed at her. Yeah, it was a small thing, quite literally, but it was a small thoughtful thing. "But first- guess we should actually flip for who's going first."

"You've got the coin, you flip it," Beau told him, smirking. "But do you wanna take that back and call heads, because I'm really more of a tails kinda girl."

Beauregard. No.

"Beau.."

Beau just gave him a smartass, shit-eating grin. "Flip the damn coin already, man!"

Liam rolled his eyes and flicked the coin into the air, catching it on its way down.

"Tails," he declared, looking at it. "Guess you're up first, then."

"Hell yeah." Beau made an unnecessary display of cracking her knuckles as she got up and ... tried to figure out how exactly she was supposed to get this damn ball rolling down the lane by sneaking surreptitious looks at other ~~NPC~~ people a few lanes down.

Her approach looked good, at least? Until she got up to the line, went to release the ball, and it sort of arced forward a few inches before dropping onto the lane with a heavy thud and wobbling its unsteady way halfway down and then into the gutter.

"This is bullshit," she complained immediately.

Liam, at least, while he didn't have personal bowling experience- or even memories of bowling (that he could recall, anyway), at least had a vague understanding of how the game worked thanks to cultural osmosis.

(He hadn't known how the scoring worked until he'd looked that all up this morning, of course. But details.)

"You're only saying that 'cause you didn't hit anything," he scoffed, sending his own ball rolling down the lane.

He had slightly better luck than Beau, in that he managed to hit the pin on the outside edge of the right side.

Beau flipped him off, mostly playfully, before she took her second attempt.

Which rolled almost immediately right into the other gutter.

"I fuckin' told you, man, I told you, it's the fuckin' shoes!"

Uh huh.

And maybe if Liam's shoulders hadn't been shaking in silent laughter, his second attempt might not have also ended up in the gutter.

They were so good at this.

Beau would claim later on that all of this failing and ranting about it was just to make Liam laugh too hard to bowl very well.

"Dude. Dude. What if you, like, try to throw it --" maybe your problem was that you were trying to throw the ball, Beau -- "so it kinda rides up the side of the gutter at the end and gets the pins from the side?"

Like the bowling ball could get sneak attack damage or something, apparently.

"Pretty sure you're supposed to roll it, not throw it," Liam pointed out dryly.

"It rolls eventually," Beau argued. "I'm just, like, keeping it from losing too much speed to friction by getting it further down the lane before it starts rolling."

Yes. That was totally how that worked.

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