[For that question Pink just gets a dubious look, as dubious as Freddy can be with his mangled mug. The kid puts his arm through the doorway to prevent the success of any attempt Pink might make at shutting it in his face.]
][action][whitetwogunsJanuary 22 2011, 05:51:32 UTC
[Who the fuck doesn't like bowling? Not Lawrence Dimick. He adjusts the Velcro on the wrist brace he got just for the occasion. No, he doesn't own a ball or pair of shoes...yet. Now that he knows there are lanes, decent lanes, within the City that is more than likely to change. The three of them, Pink, Orange and White got a nice deal for a lane and all the necessary rentals along with it. Though it looks like Larry's in a league of his own when it comes to the scoreboard. There's time for catch-up still. As much as it thrills him to hear the clatter of pins against polished wood, he's got an ulterior motive. Mr. White needs an extra pair of eyes. He leans a little closer to Mr. Pink.]
You haven't noticed anything off.
[There are enough noises in the alley, but he still keeps his voice down. As to who he is talking about, it takes a small head tilt.]
[Pink is wearing an ugly ass orange and green bowling shirt; purchase whereabouts unknown, but it looks vaguely thrift-store chic. He bounces his leg up and down and watches White clean up, and it's both unsurprising and a moment of scoff.
Who the fuck knew?
But when White asks, he looks over at Orange, a quick glance, and shrugs.]
[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.]
][action][whitetwogunsJanuary 22 2011, 06:14:20 UTC
[Is that Alicia Bridges letting everyone know how much she loves the night life? Yes, yes it is. Lucky them. They're blasting old time hits. And the kid has an ear for it. The old man is wearing his typical duds, a Hawaiian shirt with ocean blue and cranberry colored flowers. His jacket is draped over one of the brightly colored plastic seats. It's not so cold in here.]
If you could take a guess. [Really look, that's what Mr. White is trying to ask you, Pink.] I think somethin' is goin' on. I dunno what. It's been going on for days.
[And we're not talking about gutter balls of the sport or status persuasion.]
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Did you fight a fucking bear?
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You seen White?
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Come in before it freezes in here.
[He doesn't force it, though]
Last I heard from White he was one-upping the Frog brothers.
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You haven't noticed anything off.
[There are enough noises in the alley, but he still keeps his voice down. As to who he is talking about, it takes a small head tilt.]
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Who the fuck knew?
But when White asks, he looks over at Orange, a quick glance, and shrugs.]
Do I look like a fucking detective to you?
[What a joke; but it's said with levity, really.]
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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.]
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If you could take a guess. [Really look, that's what Mr. White is trying to ask you, Pink.] I think somethin' is goin' on. I dunno what. It's been going on for days.
[And we're not talking about gutter balls of the sport or status persuasion.]
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Yeah?
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