[If we're going to talk about braces and bowling shirts, have a kid decked out in fitted jeans and a simple white tank under his blue flannel shirt which is open under an equally open leather jacket. Chic something or other aside, black chucks that are starting to look a little ratty give his kid status away. While Larry and Pink talk he's trying to make sense of the scoring. It's not that he doesn't know how it works, he just doesn't believe Larry, Lawrence Dimick, Mr. White, is in the lead.
Just because he's the same age as the classic American bowling alley doesn't mean he ought to be blazing by his younger company. For serious.]
Keep your mouth shut.
[Orange points at Pink from where he's standing because honestly, heckling? A pain in the ass. Ball acquired, he's ready to roll that thing down and try to catch up. He doesn't hear what they're saying, not with the music in this joint.]
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Just because he's the same age as the classic American bowling alley doesn't mean he ought to be blazing by his younger company. For serious.]
Keep your mouth shut.
[Orange points at Pink from where he's standing because honestly, heckling? A pain in the ass. Ball acquired, he's ready to roll that thing down and try to catch up. He doesn't hear what they're saying, not with the music in this joint.]