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[netinaminiskirt]

WHO: Indigo and YOU
WHERE: A bowling alley
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WARNINGS: Possible misuse of curse words.
SUMMARY: Indigo decides to hone her skills at a local bowling alley... even though she doesn't really need to. Feel free to join in on her game.
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever you want!

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[wadewilson]

Who else might be there to chuck yonder blackballs towards the rednecked honky pins at the end of the lane? Why, it's another freelance fellow by the name of Deadpool, dressed up exactly like The Jesus, save for still sporting his mask and red suit beneath the purple.

He's leaning back in his chair at the scoring table, feet propped up and balancing on the hind legs when he catches sight of the blue chick.

"Mira aqui! I haven't seen a babe that blue in a smurf's age! Que pasa, chica azul?"

[la_belette]

Aaaaaand Weaz just let out a wolf-whistle from the lane just in front of Poolio, a wimpy 10 pound ball balanced precariously on one hand.

Oh, good job Indigo, you had to show up when these two low-lifes were having a night out.

[netinaminiskirt]

"Smurfs are twenty degrees bluer using the RGB color scale," she said, turning to Deadpool with a totally straight face. "I am bowling, though I appear to be 'sucking ass' at it."

Weaz's whistle caught her attention, but she just stared blankly. If he was trying to tell her something, he did it in a very strange way. She turned back to the alley and hurled her less-wimpy 16 pound ball down the alley. The perfect storm of variables were chosen, however, and the ball bounced over the gutter and caused a strike in the adjacent lane.

"Oops."

[wadewilson]

And that gets The Jesus to backflip up onto his feet, standing on the chair and somehow balancing perfectly on those back two legs again.

"Nunca! The Human Photoshop's strikes do not count as yours, La Comadreja! I'm not counting that!"