[RL: Bowling Alley | Larry; Chloe]

[probablythebutz]

$20.00 was a bit pricey for a couple games of bowling, Larry thought as he shelled out some cash, but he knew the evening would be well worth it to spend a few hours with such a fair, young maiden at his side (…that was a good one; he made a mental note to use it tonight). Not to mention a chance to show off his skills

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[skullfuck_a_nun]

Chloe beamed, nodding. "Yep!" she replied cheerfully, unbuttoning her coat and sliding it off. Her outfit was an altered version of the green one she had shown to the community. It was form fitting at the top, only to flare a bit in the skirt, hiding the tops of her fishnet stockings. Her shoulders were bare, freckles dotting over them in random patterns. She looked amazing.

"Do you like my outfit, Larry?" she asked with a bright smile, sitting down and slipping her green boots off to put her shoes on. The back of the outfit was net and lace, a bare back dress, in essence. "I really wanted to look nice for our first date." She giggled a bit, some loose wisps of red hair bouncing around her face.

[probablythebutz]

Larry paused in the midst of tying his shoe to consider Chloe’s outfit… then paused in his consideration as his brain ceased to function. Bare skin wasn’t something he was unused to-he’d dated models before, for goodness sake-but the delicate curves of the female body never ceased to overwhelm and entice.

Shaking himself back into reality, he offered her a winning smile. “I’d say you succeeded, Chloe-doll,” he assured her with a thumbs up. “You look absolutely breath-taking.”

[skullfuck_a_nun]

Chloe laughed. "Great," she said with a smile, tying her shoes on. She was getting quite a few looks from quite a few people (many of whom got smacks or glares from their respective girlfriends), but she didn't seem to notice as she got up. "This looks so totally silly," she giggled, tapping her bowling shoes together, "But that's the fun of it!"

She hummed cheerfully, looking over some bowling balls that were sitting in the racks. "What do the numbers mean, Larry?" she asked, tilting her head.

[probablythebutz]

Attention devoted solely to his date, Larry was oblivious to the stares and subsequent smacks and quickly rushed to Chloe’s side, grabbing the heaviest bowling bowl in his immediate reach (15 lbs-a bit larger than he was accustomed to; he attempted to hide strain as he swung it to eye-level, supporting it with both hands). “It’s the weight of the ball,” he explained, and then nodded at the holes. “And you have to make sure you find one that your fingers fit into. But with your pretty, little hands, you shouldn’t have a problem.” He offered her a wink and, with a chuckle, added, “It’s the people with big sausage fingers like my buddy Nick that gotta worry.”