Fast Eddies, Wednesday Evening

[hatesparadise]

Well, last weekend had happened and it was time to stop making things weird. Which was why Danny was graciously allowing Steve to win at bowling. Out of the kindness of his heart.

And because Steve's level of competitiveness was off the charts.

Because nothing said fun times quite like bowling, lukewarm beer, and something that could only generously be called 'pizza'.

[did I have to be reminded this place existed? yes. expecting one, but post is open!]

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[grenadesandohana]

"You are extremely terrible bowler," Steve was telling him as he came back from picking up a spare and reaching for his red cup of flat beer as God intended when you were at a bowling alley.

[hatesparadise]

"Bowling is meant for bad dates and old men on the weekends," Danny shot back. "So I'm okay with that."

But he was gonna get a strike just to spite Steve now.

[grenadesandohana]

"You calling me a bad date, Danno?" Steve asked, sitting down on an uncomfortable molded plastic chair and wondering why his feet were sticky.

[hatesparadise]

It was years and years of spilled cheap beer.

"I'm callin' you a cheap one," Danny countered with a grin, picking up his ball.

[grenadesandohana]

"I got you shoes and everything!" Steve teased.

[hatesparadise]

Danny paused, one hand on his hip as the other holding up the ball as he looked down at the hideous shoes. "Really cheap date," he decided.

[grenadesandohana]

"I think you're just overly picky," Steve told him airily.

[hatesparadise]

"Babe, you're just mad at being called out," Danny replied, focusing on the game for a moment and getting a strike just to spite him.

Because someone grew up in New Jersey and definitely bowled more than a few times in his life.

[grenadesandohana]

"I think spares are harder than strikes," Steve said a little petulantly.

[hatesparadise]

Danny just shot him a smug look, sauntering on back to him. "Oh, I'm sure they are."

[grenadesandohana]

"No one likes a sore winner," said Normally a Sore Winner.

[hatesparadise]

"Oh, is that right? Can I get it in writing?"

[grenadesandohana]

"You may not," Steve said, getting up to retrieve his ball.

[hatesparadise]

"Well then, does it even count?" Danny shot back, grabbing Steve's shitty beer to drink.

[grenadesandohana]

"I'll remember," Steve said, getting a strike because Danny got a strike. "Stop drinking my beer."

[hatesparadise]

"Oh, is this yours?" Danny asked, trying to look innocent.

[grenadesandohana]

"It's the fuller one, so yes," Steve said.

[hatesparadise]

Danny looked at the drink in his hand and then the other one. "Nah."

[grenadesandohana]

"Well, if it's not it's because you drank it," Steve said.

[hatesparadise]

"Well, this one tastes better." Oh, that was a play right out of Steve's book.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve made a face at him. "That's because it's mine."

[hatesparadise]

"Pretty sure it's mine now." Daniel, no.

[grenadesandohana]

That left Steve with just one option--to go over to the last piece of pizza and lick it.

"That's mine, then."

[hatesparadise]

Yeah, that was clearly the only option open to him.

"That was disgusting."

[grenadesandohana]

"You're just mad you didn't think of it first," the guy who spent way too much time with unsocialized military operatives said.