It's Only A Game
Bowling alleys.
Crowley sniffed. They were clearly the home of the degenerate, the lowlife, and the spineless. The ability to hurl a ball down a lane and knock down stubby white pins was not something he had ever aspired to himself, and those who earned their money this way---well. Crowley sniffed again.
“Dammit!” He heard a young man cursing. “What's it going to take for me to break 100 this game?”
Crowley grinned. Another poor soul clearly wanted his help in life. Time for a deal!
Perhaps bowling alleys were not so bad for business after all.
Crowley sniffed. They were clearly the home of the degenerate, the lowlife, and the spineless. The ability to hurl a ball down a lane and knock down stubby white pins was not something he had ever aspired to himself, and those who earned their money this way---well. Crowley sniffed again.
“Dammit!” He heard a young man cursing. “What's it going to take for me to break 100 this game?”
Crowley grinned. Another poor soul clearly wanted his help in life. Time for a deal!
Perhaps bowling alleys were not so bad for business after all.