( closed ) you're like a big parade through town

[quivers]

Who: kate bishop & peter parker
Where: miniature bowling alley
When: beginning of june
What: bowling enthusiasts meet up as part of a regular routine.
Warnings: n/a
[Closed]

[ She's been doing this for a long time. She can't calculate the days and she can't describe each and every visit in detail, but this is routine. She's convinced of that much. Recalling a reason for why she goes bowling every Wednesday isn't easy either, though she might justify it towards the fact that she's good at it. Accuracy has always been her thing, expertly angling the ball just right to get strikes rather repetitively. So maybe it's all a matter of showing off.

Though there's not a lot of people to show off to since this place is pretty small and pretty quiet, especially in the middle of the week. Still, there's at least one regular who seems to appreciate her talents. ]

That's six in a row. Bam! Guess who owes me a hot dog now?

[ It's a small town, but she doesn't really ever see Peter outside of this place. Or at least she doesn't remember if she has, her memory constantly doing that thing where it's fuzzy and things don't always seem quite right. But she feels like if she did see him, she'd remember him, considering they have been meeting in this place pretty regularly on a weekly basis since who knows how long?

She hops onto a stool, leaning in on the counter to take a sip of her soda. ] Might as well give up while it's early. I'm kicking your ass, Pete.

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[spideys]

I'm just - it's just an off-day for me, okay.

[ Hoo-boy, and what an off day it is.

Peter drags a hand down his face, glancing up at the scoreboard with a little bit of shame in his heart, but mostly he's had a good time like he always has a good time. In the bowling alley, there's no time to think about the Big Picture questions, not that he necessarily does that a whole lot anyway. There's just a couple of weird recurring dreams he keeps having that don't really seem to mean anything ... but also mean everything to him. He's just not sure why.

Anyway.

That kind of thinking doesn't belong here.

He picks up his drink and takes a sip, shaking his head when he finishes. ]

There's still time. I - uh. I can turn this around. Just wait.

[ LOL Peter, pls. ]

[quivers]

[ She snorts with boisterous laughter, less out of mockery and more out of — alright, fine, she's being a little cocky about it, but that's just the fine nature of Kate Bishop. When it comes to showing off, she takes peak pride in the fact.

Chewing on the edge of her straw in the midst of a wide grin, she then pulls back, leaning in her seat as arms cross. ]

Oh, I see. I geeet it. This is one of those techniques where you fool your opponent up until the very last second, right? Tortoise-and-the-hare style? Slow and steady wins the race? [ Her arms stretch high above her head, finger interlocking in a stretch. ] I mean, sure, you're like a hundred points behind, but who's counting, right?

[spideys]

Shut up. That's not the tactic, all right, I'm - I've got something planned.

[ Spoilers: he's got nothing planned.

Really, he's going to play the rest of this game out as best he can and then accept a gracious defeat.

Kate's probably got like a million years of extra experience on him anyway.

Right? ]

[quivers]

[ She slaps at her thighs before throwing her hands out, letting out a long exaggerated sigh, mocking the idea of defeat. ]

Alright, tough guy. Go for it. Execute your big time plan. Make me grovel at your feet when you kick my ass. [ She snorts, breaking into a sly smile as she crosses her arms, leaning back in her seat. ] Prove to me that I'm not just that good.

[ Because she damn well knows she is. ]