8907/Bowling Babes or Gutter Girls: Take Two

Bowling Babes or Gutter Girls: Take Two
Date of Scene:	21 August 2019
Location:	Cosmic Bowling, Salem Center
Synopsis:	Sunday Sunday Sunday	Rogue and Peter square off for an epic bowling rematch! You have to pay for the whole seat, but you'll only use the edge!
Cast of Characters:	Shadowcat, Spider-Man, Rogue, Wolverine, Iceman, Cannonball

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Shadowcat has posed:
The previous outing to Cosmic Bowl happened during the day. The fancy lights were off, and the place seemed like a typical bowling alley you might have found going back to the 1970s.

But not tonight. Kitty had sent out the challenge, a photo of their scores from the last time when Rogue and Peter got all competitive. Kitty's own score in the picture was a perfect 300, but the numbers themselves were on a bit of an angle and with a clear rectangle around them, as if to be the picture equivalent of something snipped out of a newspaper and used to cover up her real score.

The time and date were set for the Rematch. Kitty spent awhile in her closet, with a black light, until she finally selected a black shirt showing Ren and Stimpy, with the latter pointing up at the Milky Way above them. The entire shirt was made for a black light, with stars all over it that glow, as well as the galaxy and the cartoon characters themselves.

Kitty steps into the bowling alley, pausing near the door to wait for others to get in.

Spider-Man has posed:
Music intro: Eye of the Tiger

Interior setting: Bowling alley several hours earlier.

Scene: Peter Parker practicing his form as he slides towards the line and releases the ball. Hand curving up with a little spin, foot back, gutterball.

Cut to present: Peter is in his own closet picking out something less eye catching. A white shirt with white pants and white sneakers.

Does he know there's going to be a blacklight?

Probably.

Strategy is important.

Slipping into the alley with his hair hanging loose... damn Rhino lost his hat (sad face).. He grins at Kitty and leans up against the wall beside her, "I've been practicing all day. It's a sequel... and this time it's personnal."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is not too far behind, stepping in out of the sunshine outsdie, dark aviators on over her eyes. Her haie is the most striking feature about her, to those her know her, because there are no white bangs in it... she'd dyed her doo, dark brown still but with a lighter tinged higlighting to the edges of it. She'd already explained on the way over, though, that the dye won't last until the weekend. It washes out of her hair in a matter of days...

But for now, it helps make her not stand out as the person who Snipers might want to shoot, which helps her feel a little less like a danger to society, since she's being made to do a rematch!

Rogue is wearing her leather bomber jacket, over top of a powder blue tank top and some blue jeans over a pair of leather shoes with small heels to kick her height up an inch or so above her normal 5'7.

Rogue walks past Peter and Kitty and just smirks at him. "If ya win this time, just remember. Its cause I feel bad beatin' ya twice, especially now that you'n her are a thing. Don't wanna make ya look bad in fronta your gal pal."

She walks on by and moves to talk to the clerk, to flirt with him actually, leaning on the counter on her elbows, which is an entirely obvious way of helping to get her anything she wants for cheap or free!

Wolverine has posed:
Logan remembers bowling.

A little town somewhere - the Yukon, maybe. A wooden lane at the back of a bar with planks warped by the cold and the wet, meaning the ball ramped off and into the gutter as often as it kept a straight line. The crash of skittles and the roar of drunken laughter. Did they even keep score?

This wasn't that.

The Canuck keeps his distance several feet behind the group, managing to be alone even in a group of people. He wears an open, blue flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a clean white t-shirt underneath. A pair of faded jeans and scuffed, shineless workman's boots complete the look.

Between his teeth he works a toothpick, nose wrinkling and unnaturally sharpened canines baring gritted teeth for a moment.

"This place have a smoking section? If I've gotta chew on a little wooden stick for a second longer I'm gonna stab somethin'."

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde pushes off the wall as Peter comes in, flashing a grin over to him. Her shirt has Stimpy proclaiming he doesn't care, but Kitty's smile says she does. "Good you practiced, but practicing falls apart once in contact with Rogue's butt-wiggling. It's kind of like a plan and war, like that," she warns Peter.

Rogue's entry gets a grin from Kitty. "Like the hair like that," Kitty says. "You going to go arrange a discount?" she asks with a knowing grin.

And finally Logan, who Kitty hasn't seen in a bit. Her smile is no less warm for how it is softer and more subtle than the other two received. "Logan," she says with a small nod to go with the little smile. "Nope, have to step outside for that I'm afraid," she tells him. Now they are all there, she starts walking over to the counter. "I need the ugliest pair of shoes in the place," she asks the clerk.

Spider-Man has posed:
"I can neither confirm nor deny that I have been practicing. It's all part of my master plan, you see." Pete grins at Kitty, arms crossed over his chest as if he qualifies as a cool-guy in his entirely white outfit designed to be both catchy and distracting in the blacklights. The great glowing Knight of the Lanes is he.

Pushing off with one foot with Rogue's entry, "You know it's not fair to call your shot, right? It only fans the flames of victory... I am not proud.. I have no shame for success won through pity." Joining the ladies over at the counter with a nonchallant shrug, "Got any white shoes back there, pal-o-mine? I'm working on a theme..."

Eyeing, at least kind of eyeing, Logan as he joins them. The last time he saw the Wolverine it was at the business end of an ass kicking... but at least there was a coke involved. Really should have taken the offer for a drink. "Logan." Upnodding. Coooooool-guuuuuuy.

Rogue has posed:
Its quite clear that Rogue is indeed vying for a discount from the man in his mid 40s working the counter and the lane arrangements. She has no shame, this southern girl. Elbows down on the counter, gloved hands criss-crosed in front of her. She's grinning as she talks to the man, but once she has the arrangements made she straightens up, gives him a little wave with her right hand and then turns and almost bumps right into Logan.

"Woah, careful now." She says then with a grin toward the Canadian in Flannel. "No accidental touchin's. Not sure I wanna have claws quite like you." She grins as she steps around to get herself a nice brand new pair of shoes from the secret shoe stash that the employees use for themselves, set aside for her by that same man behind the counter she'd just been talking to.

Rogue raises her arms up then as she starts to tie her hair back while eyeing Kitty and Peter. "We're down on the end. The last lane is always the best lane." She says with a big smile before snagging her shoes once her pony-tail is in loosely tied order, then she's a shuffling off at a hurried pace toward their designated alley.

Wolverine has posed:
"Shit," the cigar, already half out of his shirt pocket, is begrudgingly put back where it came from, "Well, guess its toothpicks and stabbin' pric-"

Logan's witty rejoinder is cut short as Rogue almost bumps into him, eyebrows raising and palms raising up in front of himself defensively. He obligingly steps to one side, rolling the toothpick to the other side of his mouth to speak.

"An' I'm not sure I wanna be in a coma, so I guess we have an accord."

Peter's nod and greeting draw his attention now, and his expression immediately becomes stern. He looks the other man up and down slowly, blue eyes narrow beneath a dark and knitted brow. His voice almost like a growl when he says:

"You look like an idiot."

But then he's moving, lifting a hand to ruffle Peter's hair goodnaturedly with features that immediately warm up again, "I'm no sure this is the right place t'be sayin' it, but I'm sorry I kicked the shit outta you. I was ... drunk, I guess." Or just in a bad mood. Or he felt like. But he tries, nonetheless.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde grins to Rogue as she schmoozes herself into an actual decent looking pair of shoes. Though at least the bowling shoes here are made to take advantage of the black lights. Kitty's glow in the dark and have been further decorated with glowing Marvin the Martian images.

"Ok, these are actually pretty damn sweet," she says of the shoes, grinning and moving over to put them on while she listens to the exchange between Peter and Logan. "Logan's here to make sure you two don't kill each other," Kitty tells Rogue and Peter. She looks thoughtful. "Though, probably accomplishing that by being the one to kill one of you," she adds with a small grin.

Kitty pops up, sporting the Martian shoes and grinning to the menfolk. "See you at the lane," she says, then heads over to the snack bar. A big pitcher of beer is poured, Kitty gleefully showing her ID that proclaims her a 21-year-old, and getting four glasses. Also nachos, and then takes the food over to join Rogue at the lane by the wall.

Iceman has posed:
    "You all look like idiots." Comes a voice from behind Logan, and with the familiar tone, along with a scent the nose knows, Bobby hooks out his elbows around the nineteen twenties style golf outfit he wears. The goofiest looking man in the bowling alley for sure.

    He reaches a hand up to his paperboy's hat and gives the short brim a downward tug as a pair of girls walk past and he gives them the boyishest grin that ever grinned. "Ooooh man. I thought this was the place that had mini-golf and bowling... now I look like quite the fool." Bobby says pantomiming picking up a golf bag- Oh wait, he's actually lifting up a golf bag with a single putter left in the holes.

    "Um... One pair of shoes shoe hop. Would you kindly and please?" Bobby says with a motion of an 8 and then a 1 and then a 2. Maybe the girl behind the counter will get it. Maybe she wont. Either way Bobby is strutting up to the x-men and Peter looking like a criss crossed sherbert colored ice cream man his colors are so tan and orange.

Spider-Man has posed:
Pete finds a seat, which rhymes, to replace white sneaks, with dirty white... uh.. white... br- Got it.

bowling cleats.

Glancing up and at Logan with a tight smile, "You noticed that, did ya?" You look like an idiot, "You look like you're late for your shotgun wedding, though, so I'll take it as a compliment." This /might/ have contributed to him getting his ass kicked. Actually it didn't, but that's okay.

Pete pops up with a little hop and spins on his toes towards the far lane where Kitty and Rogue are already getting their balls picked out, "Don't sweat it Logan. I'm sure you had your completely legitmate reasons that I wont hold against you like someone strong armed me into it to satisfy their need to punish me for being... well... me." Meta. "You going to bowl with us?" Then Bobby, "BOBBO! What's up man! Check out this white outfit?"

Hands out, he's glowing in the blacklight!

Walking backwards easily towards their lane.

"What are the chances I could find an all white ball?" Probably slim. Winking sidelong at Kitty, glancing then to Rogue. "You ready for this Ultimate Showdown?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue has her jacket off and her glvoes off now too which means her shoulders and arms are bare, so look the eff out. And since they're in a black lit area, her powder blue shirt is all manner of lit-up by the funky lighting while her tan skin is many shades darker than normal.

She's got her fancy black bowling shoes on, and has picked out two of the 18 pounders since its the heaviest they've got... but they all feel like volleyballs to her either way.

When Bobby's voice is heard she looks over at him and just grins. "Welcome to the party, Lord Tacklebottom." She calls out to him before she turns to go set the two oh-so-hefty balls into their place on the ball thingie.

At Peter's approach she flashes him a grin. "You realize I could throw one'a these things through that wall back there, right?" She reaffirms, just to instill a little more tension into the air.

Wolverine has posed:
Logan doesn't much care about the shoes he gets. In fact, he gets into a brief discussion with the teenager behind the counter about why he can't just wear his own shoes. For a moment, it looks like he might just reach across and throttle the kid but in the end he snatches up the shoes and holds them as far away from himself as possible.

Once they arrive at their lane, he settles himself down and starts to change his shoes. His blue gaze flicks between Rogue and Peter as they commence the ritual pre-game trash talk. He says nothing, instead shaking his head and looking sidelong to Bobby. He just regards him in silence and then goes back to tying his laces.

"So, any of us get a look-in or are we just here t'come third, fourth, an' fifth to Rogue and Parkers glorious first an' second?"

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde grins at the banter between Rogue and Peter. "Oh, most definitely you can find a white ball. They have all sorts to take advantage of the lights," she says. Kitty walks along the racks of available balls, finding one that has spiral patterns on it that glow in the dark. It's going to look pretty sweet when it's in motion. Like one of those hypnotizing wheels depending on which way she throws it.

Kitty brings the ball over and sets it down in their return lane. "I'm not paying for the holes in the wall /this time/," she reminds Rogue. Kitty grins and walks past Peter, resting a hand on the small of his back for a moment before she goes over to the scorer's desk. "Ok, picture time," she says, snapping pictures of people and uploading them into the scoreboard so they show their faces as well as their names. If people take silly photos, Kitty totally uses them. If they don't intend to, she still tries to make it a silly photo.

Iceman has posed:
    "Peter, it's 20 27. You can't say that any more bro." Bobby says with finger guns aimed at Peter as before being stopped by the store clerk. "Oh. Okay."

    Bobby turns towards the employee and has to pay for a pair of rental shoes. He takes his time, exchanging pleasantries, but it seems the girl isn't finding anything he says interesting or even funny. He has to slowly pay her, waiting for his credit to go through as the machines here are super old. Bobby starts tapping his foot while waiting for the shoes to be handed over to him and he grins with a nod before hefting his golf bag again and marching over towards the quadrio. "What's up... kiddos and ... Look up and down ... Logan." Bobby squints as if he was trying to be the alpha male, even for a moment.

    "I could throw one through the wall too. If I was closer... and it was a thinner wall... and I could drop the ball from super high...." Bobby counters Rogue before looking to Logan, and with as serious as voice as he can muster, "Does it look like I came dressed to come third fourth an fifth to Rogue and Parkers? Hell no. I came here to school these dweebs." Bobby says sharply as though he was a coach pumping up his team and the exclimation point of his words is dropped with a stare to Rogue on the word 'Dweeb'. Then he turns to face the camera system and gives the most serious of serious faces to use for his victory picture, even with his sweet hat on.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie comes walking in a bit later than most folks. He is wearing jeans and one of his band t-shirts, actually not a Lila one for a change but one of the local bands that have been playing at the club. Luckily it is still warm enough he is not doing the flannel thing himself yet. He scans around the room, finds his friends, and gets some shoes and the lane next to them. He will then head over towards the group. He will make Rabbit ears behind Rogue if he gets there in the right time.

Spider-Man has posed:
"Uh huh..." Peter up nods at Rogue's quiet threat against the back wall, "That poor poor plaster.." Gazing down the lane forelorn, speaking a silent vigil in memorial to what might befall it. "Alas, Structural integrity... we knew you well." He's off to find a ball, a white ball, that is white. Snorting at Bobby, "Sure, probably, but you can't say a lot of things in twenty twenty seven. Besides, I only said white once, I counted. I'm alotted a maximum of six in a day by the rules of publically accepted referandum sub-section six of the politically correctness code of twenty twenty two."

He returns, ball in hand, and sets it down int he return lane and spins towards Kitty with both fingers pointed out at her when she begins snapping pictures. Lip cocked up, brow raised, canty angle to his lean. Suave like a palm full of crab meat.

"Alright, who's up first?" Stretching, it's important to be limber when engaged in recreational bowling competitions.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue got to the computer first so her name was put in first as 'Rouge', the way 90% of all the students at the school spell Rogue, because they're pretty much all terrible spellers.

She's got her ball up (not giving two licks about what color they are) and she's grinning to Bobby. "You look like you're about t'go film a silent movie about 'How the Gents Play Golf on Sunday Afternoon, See?'." And she does that last part in her best 1920s narrator voice.

She doesn't realize Sam is behind her when she's saying that though, and she steps back into him, bumping her back and butt against him before she leaps forward because her arems and shoulders are bare and exposed.

"Jeezus, Christ..." She says back at him. "Ya scared me..." She doesn't have super hearing or anything of that sort and these bowling cosmic nights are loud with terrible music!

Either way, Rogue starts forward to go throw her first shot down the lane! She glances over to Logan and grins at him before doing-so though. "You're probably secretly a 300 bowler, huh?"

Wolverine has posed:
Logan shifts in his seat, looking down at the garish bowling shoes on his feet and tapping them a few times. His lip curls and his nose wrinkles, whatever sensations his enhanced senses pick up apparently unpleasant ones.

He rises to his feet, moving over to the console to type his name: 'logan' all lower case, just like him. That done, he takes a step back from the lane. He looks from Rogue, to Peter, and to the rest of the gathered X- and X-adjacent bowlers.

"I need a drink."

That said, he turns and trudges towards the bar.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie leans his upper body back, as Rogue steps back, so if there is any contact it would be clothed bits. This though does make it look for a moment, as if he is trying to make specific bits bump, and realizing how it looks he steps back perhaps even faster than she steps away. He is blushing almost instantly at this and shakes his head he moves around to try to sit down out of the way and let the red leave his face and ears.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde motions Logan towards the pitcher of beer and four glasses she got. "It's not Canadian though," she tells him. No Molson on tap. Kitty pours out three glasses, and will make it four if Logan comes back for one instead of getting his own. She spots Sam then. "Hey Guthrie, good to see you. Come to watch the Rematch?" she asks, motioning to Rogue and Peter.

Kitty goes over to give Sam a quick hug of greeting. "Rogue, remember, the rules her expressly forbid more than three shakes of booty on any throw of the bowling ball. It's like, a ten yard penalty or something," Kitty comments.

Her own picture was one with her cross-eyed. Not that she could make a cross-eyed face, but then phones are capable of pretty awesome photoshop in 2027.

Logan's picture? It's just Logan. Kid-scary. But Logan.

Spider-Man has posed:
Pete drops down into a seat beside Kitty and lays his arm out across the back of the plastic bench. When drinks are poured, he reaches for one of them and sips at it absently, but his head in the game! EYE ON THE PRIZE! "Yeah, three shake maximum.. any more than that and you're playing with it or something."

One foot extends out in another bench, kind of watching Logan sort through the whole business of bowling with kids and then head off to play drinking with the sad people at the bar in a bowling alley.

Legit, has anyone really thought about these poor sods?

What a terrible day they must have had.

Iceman has posed:
    "Hey, Carlyle can shake it as much as she wants, and you know that's a totally legit rule because I- am not a liar." Bobby says, thumbing at his orange glowing sherbert sweatervest. The ice man grins and then gives Rogue a wink before he turns slightly and gives Sam a lifted eyebrow in the direction of the New Mutant. No words spoken, just, observing.

    "No thanks on drinks. I had a few with Betsy last night and ... gosh darn it if she doesn't love that nasty cheap stuff. And here I was thinking she was some swanky uptight almost Emma level of class and pizzaz." Bobby shrugs and then waits for Peter to take his turn to bowl...

Rogue has posed:
There is no butt shaking to be had in the way Rogue steps out to the lane and sweeps the ball in a natural arch from her side down to the floor where it hits the shiny wood and glides down the lane to collide with the pins. Its all just graceful and refined, not at all like the last time they'd bowled.

In truth, Rogue was in a different mindset back then. She's an ever flowing river of different moods and emotions, this southern belle!

So she just makes a good shot and then turns around with a grin and walks back to find Logan gone. "We already lost the grumpy grumpster, huH?" She says then as she stands near to Bobby to get a better look at his clothing. "Why -are- you dressed like that, for reals?" She looks up at his eyes before glancing to the others.

At Sam she shows a smile. "What've you been up to, Sammy? Still deliverin' pizzas?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and has mostly turned back to his normal shade, and did hug Kitty when she offered a hug. "Na, Ah am running the club down the street now. Club Evolution, bit more fun and able to help some of the locals and such. You should come out some time, we do DJ's some nights, local bands some, and Friday and Saturday usually at least a semi big name, if they are willing to play there." He looks over and sees Kitty got his pic at the peak of his blush, yup even his ears were red.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde added little squiggly lines like heat coming up off of Sam's red ears, too. She grins as Peter takes a seat by her, leaning over against him slightly as she watches Rogue's first throw. "Uh oh, someone has on their serious face," she comments of Rogue's change in technique. She gives Peter little gentle elbows in the ribs.

She hops up and goes over to pick up her spiral-colored bowling ball. It's like if you could tie-dye a bowling ball into a spiral color, and have it glow under a black light, that's what Kitty's ball would be. She takes it in hand, readying on the lane beside Rogue's, and then sends it flying down towards the pins with that distinctive rumbling noise that bowling balls make. Ol'e Spirally slams into the pins and sends them all tumbling down for a strike! The scoreboard lights up with simulated fireworks to announce the result.

Kitty turns back to her friends, eyeing each of them one by one, then bringing her fingers to her lips to blow on them as if they are just too hot and need cooling. She grins and returns to take a seat back by Pete.

Iceman has posed:
    Bobby claps for Rogue and then Kitty in turn as he gets up to take his turn and with his non-gloved hand Bobby picks up a ball, (Rogue's alt) because he didn't bother to pick one for himself.

    With the heavy ball in hand, he takes a few steps forwards to roll the sphere and it almost instantly bounces into the gutter on the lane over... "What tha?" Bobby says to himself as he tries to figure out how that happened and with a flail of his hands he turns around. "Whatever. Bowling's ... not for me." And with that, the ice man walks over to catch up with Logan at the bar area. Not in the mood to be mocked today it seems like.

Spider-Man has posed:
"Well this just got dramatic..." Pete says with a small, if pretendy, frown at Rogue's serious bowlingness. None of the playful adventure from before! His mouth quirks off to the side, eyeing his beer set upon his leg. It comes up for a drink, then sets down upon the table beside the pitcher when Kitty pops up to take her turn at the lanes.

Leaning forward with arms on his thighs, a little grin on his face as the spiraling spiral ball spirals down the lane for a solid strike! "Alright, well I see I've grossly overestimated my chances of victory..." Grinning all the same as Kitty spins her finger guns and blows off imaginary smokes.

Whooa, Bobby doesn't disappoint.

Peter pops up and starts a slow clap for the departing Iceman, "Simply stunning, Bob-o.. I'm beside myself. It's.. it's a work of art... The way you almost hit that poor child?" There was no poor child. "Don't run, man! We're all friends here! Ah, come on! You're winning! Look at the scoreboard!"

Well, maybe not. Shrugging, Pete heads over to grab his white ball, using ALL of Rogue's alotted three butt wiggles, he too sweeps his hand to send the ball towards the far right side for a solid, but not strikey, shot.

Another four on the second.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue snickers as she watches Bobby's ball fly into another lane. "Yep, this ain't your destiny, Drake." She tells him as he heads back. "Ya should try video game streaming. I think you'd make it big there." She teases a bit, before she waits for her next turn. At Sam she offers him a light nod of her head. "I've heard'a few people talkin' about that club, sounds like a happenin' place, my dude." And with a sly grin she proceeds to the lane to take her next shot. Same style as the last. Pure professionalism in bowling form. Its like she watched a Youtube video on how to do it properly or something!

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie does watch Rogue for a moment, and moves to get himself a ball. He ends up lining up looking this over. He moves the ball a bit in his hand getting the feel of it. then he steps forward, and the balls does not curve much but hits right to send the pins down in a strike. It is almost as if Sam might know a bit about where to hit something to cause the most damage or knock the most stuff down.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty takes a long drink from her beer once she's at back down. "Knock 'em dead, Peter," she says. "Which, well they are sort of dead already, dead wood painted over with white plastic. So really, I'm setting bar pretty darn low for you to keep them dead," she elaborates more fully to him.

Dork.

Kitty turns sideways in her seat, grinning until his ball goes astray. "Oh, so close," she says supportively, glancing up at the scoreboard that counts off each pin one by one before adding it to Peter's tally.

Kitty pops up again and goes over to get her ball. "So Anna-Marie," she asks as she moves over to the lanes. "You all ready for school to start again? Are you going to be teaching with Storm?" she asks. Kitty gazes down the lane and then sends the ball rolling. She only takes down six pins, then goes back to wait for the ball to return to her.

The music overhead starts playing Cum On Feel The Noize by Quiet Riot. Kitty bounces in time to the song and then takes her ball, rolling it down the lane and leaving 1 pin still standing when the smoke clears.

"Nice job Sammy," Kitty tells the Kentuckian with a grin as she goes to sit back down. "So Peter, you and Rogue have a bet on this, or just bragging rights?"

Spider-Man has posed:
"Limbs from the petrified forest, no doubt." Peter bobs his head as he passes Kitty on her way up to the lane, grinning first to her with a wink and then over to Sam with a fist up, "You show'em, pal. You're like a real pro..." Finally Rogue, he drops down onto the bench beside her and lazily looks at her with a lopsided grin, "What say you, Anna-Marie? We betting on this or just bragging until the next time? I'm all for a good brag session, as a general rule, but..."

His hands come up in a shrug... jeez this gets awkward. Back up to the lane? ALREADY?!

He shakes no booty this time. He does spin the ball in his palm and drop his fingers through the three holes without looking as he walks. "Alright. Eight ball, corner pocket." Tongue poking out the side of his mouth, line up the shot... Put a little spice on it!

The ball rolls directly into the gutter, but it does so hard enough to bounce it back out into the lane. It doesn't strike the pins, but it knocks the whole right side down.

THe follow up misses completely.

"I feel like I should have waited to see how this round went before I offered to bet."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is just seated down at the table now and enjoying a glass of whatever is on the table. She assumes Bobby has wandered off to pester Logan, or Logan has wandered off to kill someone, or both. When she hears talking of betting she's just staring at her phone and smiling. "I don't care." She says then. "Whatever ya wanna bet. Thousand dollars? Lets do a thousand dollars. I'm down." She sends a text to someone with a tapping of thumb to screen then drops the phone down on the table and reaches up to swipe her brown bangs back behind her ears (NO WHITE?! WTF THIS IS WEIRD!).

The southern girl uncrosses her legs, stands up again and goes to get the ball Bobby had lost to the other lane. Once she's back she glances at the score on the board. "Kitty's gonna win anyway, clearly." And with a twirl of the 18 pounder in her palm like it were a basketball, Rogue steps up to the plate and rolls another baller down the lane! Weeeee!

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles and looks over to Kitty, and holds up the ball, and says "Well they do sorta look like Cannonballs, long as I hit in the right spot with enough force should be ok. And I d have a bit of experience with things that don't want to turn them when you want them to." he jokes. He waits his turn before sending another one down the lane for is that his third strike in a row? He will walk back over and since there is a free glass he will pour himself a beer. The amount rogue says does get a soft whistle out of him, even running the club he aint got his take home income high.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty winces at Peter's throw. "It's ok. You still have your youth," she tells him consolingly. She leans over to give Peter a little shoulder bump once he sits back down. "I never win at this. What's my top score like 133?" Kitty says. "The problem is, having to use the ball. I'd do much better if we could like... kick the pins down?" she says, looking over to them with her eyes kind of wide in that 'did I just have a great idea of what do you want to make up this game with me?' sort of way.

Kitty gets up and goes over to grab her ball. When she hears Rogue she about drops it, just capturing it again before it falls. "Oh wow. I'd have thought more like... doing dishes or something," Kitty says. She goes over to the lane then, letting the ball fly and taking down 8 pins. On the next throw she gets the spare, resulting in an exaggerating fist pump and then some arm flexing.

She walks back over to Rogue, Samuel and Peter, still flexing her bicep. "It's ok. You can touch it if you want. It won't hurt you," she says, patting the nicely toned but-not-particularly huge arm.

Spider-Man has posed:
Pete bumps against Kitty as she comes back over, shaking her head and glancing up at the scoreboard, "I don't know /how/ but I know you're cheating... I swear if I find out you're using the force, I... am probably going to be really impressed, that would be super awesome." He pats her shoulder and slips back up, a blazing white beacon of hope in the blacklight across his all white everything clothes.

Glancing back at Rogue with an aghast look of surprise, "That's all? Fine... one thousand dollars." Ball spin. "That I absolutely don't have." Ball spin.

Eyes on the prize. Pete touches Kitty's bicep as she passes for luck, "That arm is on fire..." His, however, is not. He rolls the ball with gusto, great effort, and style... it still only knocks down a total of three pins.

"I feel like I've gotten worse since the last game."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just snickers at all of their reaction. "I'm just teasin." She says then as she stands up again after the others go. "We'll exchange car washins'. Whomever wins or loses..." She glances around then. "I was hopin' t'see Logan bowl. But I guess its too 'normal' of a thing for him t'do. He's gotta go grumpy and frump somewhere..." She then gathers up one of the balls she'd picked out and moves to take another shot. She's still a little freaked out at the thought of being in public though, admittedly, but her hair coloring seems to be really doing the trick. She hasn't been shot in the head again yet.

She progresses on down the lane to the throw the ball, then pauses, does a side to side butt shake, then decides to swing her arm and toss the ball!

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie moves to wait his turn, finding his ball, and lines up as it is his turn he steps up taking the next shot he gets another strike. Some of the people nearby start to take notice as Sam is so far bowling the perfect game. Sam has not noticed folks are starting to pay attention to it. He looks over, and says "Oh Ah got to ask, The avengers." He says the name lower so not to go past them "Do they actually feel like a family when your working with them?"

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde pours the last of the pitcher of beer into a glass and rises up to go get another. "Frump And Grumpy is the name of my Barry Manilow cover band," Kitty announces to Rogue with a grin. "Oh, hey, speaking of Barry Manilow... Peter's birthday is Saturday. Feel like doing some karaoke with us for it?" Kitty asks, including Sam in the question too. "A couple of his friends hopefully going to make it as well."

Kitty pauses to cast a mock suspicious look at Peter. "You /do/ have friends, right? You keep mentioning them but I'm starting to think they all live in somewhere fictitious, like Canada, and you're going to show me pictures of them still have 'Getty Stock photo' on them," she teases him.

Kitty grins and leans down to brush a peck to his cheek before heading off to get another pitcher of the sudsy stuff. "Sam, you're drawing a crowd," she comments.

Spider-Man has posed:
"YES, I have friends..." Peter says with a big, overly dramatic frown and both hands up in the air, "They send me emails every couple of weeks asking me to do money transfers.. One of them is an African Prince." He nods smuggly and drops down beside Kitty, grinning at the peck to his cheek and a hand wrapping back around her shoulder across the plastic bench.

"I don't know if Saturday will work though.. Maybe monday? Or tomorrow night, I guess. Monday would probably be better." Because Rogue needs an AC.

Peter does not answer questions about Avengers, he is not an Avenger, there is no Avenger here.