Fast Eddie' | Evening | Friday | March 25
It was Friday night which meant the start of the weekend and Nathan found himself at the bowling alley. Yeah, shut the fuck up, it wasn't like he could afford to do much else. There was actually money in his pocket from both working and his mum but blowing it all in one night wasn't going to happen this time. He'd done that before and suffered in the days after, surviving off ketchup packets and water from dirty water fountains. It hadn't been fun.
The bowling alley in town was both cheap and entertaining. He could order a huge plate of nachos (with everything on them, of course), a drink and bowl as many games as he wanted all for the cost of going out to some club to pay for some chick high on acid to rub against the front of his pants. Besides, having some nameless chick rub against him at this point in time would be a detriment to his health.
Namely, he'd probably get his ass killed.
Whatever, he wasn't thinking about getting killed. Currently, he was chatting it up with some cute girl in the lane over, challenging her to bowl a strike. If she did, he'd do a headfirst slide down the lane and into the pins, risking both a concussion and severe injuries to his naughty bits. She took the challenge and, fortunately for him, left a split standing. Oops, better luck next time! She bet him another plate of nachos that he couldn't hit five pins with his eyes closed.
This time, Nathan won and sent her off to get more nachos immediately. Hey, he was skinny and he could put the food away. No need to wait when he was hungry and content! More nachos for him!
[Open place in town thus open post]
The bowling alley in town was both cheap and entertaining. He could order a huge plate of nachos (with everything on them, of course), a drink and bowl as many games as he wanted all for the cost of going out to some club to pay for some chick high on acid to rub against the front of his pants. Besides, having some nameless chick rub against him at this point in time would be a detriment to his health.
Namely, he'd probably get his ass killed.
Whatever, he wasn't thinking about getting killed. Currently, he was chatting it up with some cute girl in the lane over, challenging her to bowl a strike. If she did, he'd do a headfirst slide down the lane and into the pins, risking both a concussion and severe injuries to his naughty bits. She took the challenge and, fortunately for him, left a split standing. Oops, better luck next time! She bet him another plate of nachos that he couldn't hit five pins with his eyes closed.
This time, Nathan won and sent her off to get more nachos immediately. Hey, he was skinny and he could put the food away. No need to wait when he was hungry and content! More nachos for him!
[Open place in town thus open post]