[Okay. That shuts the kid up right and proper though it doesn't stop him from huffing on the inside. Okay. They'll talk about it later because Larry keeps his word. As long as this isn't going to be about how Freddy needs to abide by a special set of rules until he's 'ready' to run with the big boys.]

Yeah sure, who doesn't wanna when they're so damn good. [Ffff. He's back in his super cool persona, just shooting the shit with the guys. As for Pink having no money, they could play for a round at the bar.] A round of brews sound fair to you?

[He looks over at Pink whose skill is on par with his own (or maybe worse, hmmmm). With the Escape full and gone there's a momentary pause of musical silence taken over by the sounds of the lanes. Bowling balls rolling and pins knocking over drown out the first bars of the next song in the queue but it's an obvious build up.]

Or next round on the juke? [Casual question, this, as he taps his cigarette out in a tray.]