kappa kappa gremlin meeting | fast eddie's | after classes | friday | november 20
Today, the frat was in the bowling alley. Yes, every single boy (and Illyria) were going to get a chance to wear those atrociously awesome shoes. Hannibal, though, was grinning. He was killing two birds with one stone: getting some bowling practice and leading the frat.
Arthur, meanwhile, had his arms crossed, and was sending Hannibal the occasional utterly uncaring look to signify how he was only leading the frat because Arthur was letting him.
"Today, we're bowling," Hannibal said in case no one could tell. "It's simple. You choose a ball and throw it down the lane. The object is to knock all the pins down within two rolls. If you do it in one, you've got a strike. Do it in two, you've got a spare. Don't do it, well, you just suck at bowling."
Hannibal figured most of them would suck at least once. Grinning, Hannibal pointed at the two ditch like lanes on the sides of the main lane. "Avoid those. Those are gutters. They give you no points. Everyone got it? Questions?"
"I'd ask what the point of this sport was," Arthur added, conversationally, "But I would hate to get us all tied up in philosophy when we're supposed to try to have a good time. Everyone? Scatter."
[written with the faboo bitch_prince! ocd is up! go wild!]
Arthur, meanwhile, had his arms crossed, and was sending Hannibal the occasional utterly uncaring look to signify how he was only leading the frat because Arthur was letting him.
"Today, we're bowling," Hannibal said in case no one could tell. "It's simple. You choose a ball and throw it down the lane. The object is to knock all the pins down within two rolls. If you do it in one, you've got a strike. Do it in two, you've got a spare. Don't do it, well, you just suck at bowling."
Hannibal figured most of them would suck at least once. Grinning, Hannibal pointed at the two ditch like lanes on the sides of the main lane. "Avoid those. Those are gutters. They give you no points. Everyone got it? Questions?"
"I'd ask what the point of this sport was," Arthur added, conversationally, "But I would hate to get us all tied up in philosophy when we're supposed to try to have a good time. Everyone? Scatter."
[written with the faboo bitch_prince! ocd is up! go wild!]