“And I don’t blame you,” Lou said with a laugh. “I even live here and can’t remember half the names.”
Lou high fived Matt as he walked back from getting a tight par. Louis went up in his stead, rolling the ball with as much force as he could muster, only to have it hit a single pin.
He stared blankly at the lane as his ball appeared again. He picked it up, chucking it once more and hitting just a single other pin.
“I don’t know how you manage to do that,” Matt called as Lou walked back to the seat.
“You aren’t so bad that you fail, but you don’t manage to do anything impressive. It’s just so terribly. Es perfecto, tipo.”
Lou let out a laugh, shooting a glare at the man. Matt just put his hands up defensively.
Jay laughed a little, but now it was his turn. He managed, somehow, to hit absolutely none. He was laughing as he came back to the others, shaking his head. "Damn, I'm terrible."
"Yeah. Accurate representation of how often you get stuff right, though." Marco said with a laugh.
Lou glanced over at Jay.
“We have terrible friends,” he laughed, shrugging. Matt scoffed, waving his hand and dismissing the statement.
“Least I have you,” he continued, holding out his hand. “We can suck at bowling together.”
(gtg soon)
Jay laughed. "We do." He agreed, taking Lou's hand and kissing the other male's cheek. He snuggled close to Lou.
Marco stuck his tongue out at Jay. "C'mon, you know you love me, darlin'."
"Yeah yeah, whatever." He waved a hand at Marco.
Lou happily put his arm around Jay as Matt gave him an exaggerated wink.
“Sometimes they can be pains,” Lou said, loud enough for Matt to hear. As the man got up and walked over for his turn, he ruffled Lou’s hair, messing it up completely and having his glasses fall down on his nose. Lou frantically fixed it again, pushing back up the frames.
“You made this,” Lou said, pointing to his outfit and hair. “Don’t ruin it.”
Matt just laughed, picking up his ball and rolling. Of course, he got a strike.
Marco watched, laughing a little bit. "C'mon, Jay. How can you not love this face?" he pointed to his own face, grinning.
"Boy, that face is about as ugly as your ass." Jay shot back teasingly, laughing.
Marco rolled his eyes, and picked up his ball, ready for his turn.
Lou completely ignored Matt’s additional remarks as the man sat back down. Lou was too busy enjoying Jay by his side, his arm still around him.
“If you wanna ditch them, lemme know,” he whispered jokingly. “We could go dancing again.”
Of course it was a joke, but part of Lou couldn’t help but smile at the thought.
Jay let out a soft laugh. "Mm. Not yet, but we'll see." he replied, looking up at Lou with a happy smile.
Marco threw his ball, watching it roll down the lane with a faint, happy little smile. He turned around. "I'll have you know, Jay, that my ass is lovely." he stuck his tongue out, flopping into a seat.
Jay snorted. "If you say so."
Lou had to pry himself away from Jay to roll his own, resulting in the worst gutter-shot ever.
“Step it up for these Americans, hijo!” Matt said with a laugh. “Show them how we do it here.”
Lou rolled his eyes. “You’re not even French, dude.”
Still, Lou rolled, hitting exactly one pin. He dropped his hands, throwing his head back as Matt laughed hysterically.
Jay let out a little laugh, and kissed Lou's cheek. "Aw, darlin', don't worry about it." he gave a fake Texas drawl for a moment. "We both suck at this." he chuckled softly.
Marco was laughing as well, smiling.
“I’d rather be impressive,” Lou laughed, flopping back on a seat, his head resting on the back with his feet up on the table.
“Matt go get us drinks,” Lou said with a laugh.
The man narrowed his eyes and wagged his head tauntingly, getting up.
“Marco, wanna come?” he said, chuckling. “Leave these two terrible lovebirds alone?”
Marco laughed. "Sure, sure." he got up, and looked at Jay. "I better not come back here to clothes being taken off, or I'll beat your ass, boy."
Jay turned red. "Marco! Shut up!" he snapped, sitting down next to Lou. "Go get me a drink before I kill you."
Marco was laughing as he started walking.
“Weirdos,” Lou muttered with a smile. “I swear this was a massive mistake.”
He sat up, propping his elbows on his knees and leaning over. He looked up at Jay, only a bit of hair falling into his eyes. He jokingly gave a cheesy smile, pushing in his glasses.
Jay grinned at Lou, looking at him. "Hm. Well. I'm not sure who you're saying is a weirdo, but either way…" he shrugged his shoulders.
“Both of ‘em,” he replied, fiddling with his hands. “But mainly Matt.”
Lou’s eyes flicked to the board, showing Jay’s name.
“You’re up,” he said, nodding to the lane. “Show me what you can do. This one counts.”
He gave a humorous wink, biting his tongue.
Jay laughed a little bit, and got up, throwing the ball. He managed to knock three pins down, and laughed at himself. "Huh. Not terrible, but not great." he said, looking over at Lou.
“Oh get that smug look off your face,” Lou taunted. “You did better than me.”
He smiled, his eyebrows narrowed and his shoulders hunched, like he was being pessimistic. However, his laugh said otherwise.
(I'm probably not going to be super active tonight, sorry!)
He grinned, and kissed Lou softly. "Mm. Alright, alright." He tugged Lou close, wrapping his arms around the other male. "I'll stop."
“Stop taunting or stop being good?” Lou asked, after returning a kiss. “Because, honestly, I’d take either.”
Their moment was soon interrupted by Matt sliding back into one of the chairs. He handed Lou a drink and the Frenchman took it in his hand.
“What’d you get me?” Lou asked.
“Nothing you need to know, lightweight,” the man remarked snarkily. “Just take a sip, bud.”
"Hmm. Both." He replied easily. After a moment of thinking about it, he climbed into Lou's lap, grinning.
Marco came back, and smirked at the sight, handing Jay a drink and holding one in his own hands.
“Gettin’ handsy, are we?” Matt said with a wide smile. “And you haven’t even had a drink yet.”
Lou turned a bright red, almost choking on his drink. “Shut it, Matt. Feel like I’ve had to say that so many times tonight, and it’s not even 9:00.”
Matt just chuckled, propping his head on his hands and giving Lou a taunting smile.
“I apologize for his behavior,” Lou said, turning to Jay and wrapping an arm around him. He sounded like he was apologizing to a teacher about his kid. Honestly, it’s what Matt acted like.
Jay stuck his tongue out. "No one's getting handsy. I just wanted a more comfortable seat." He leaned back against Lou's chest, taking a deep breath. "And don't worry about it."
Marco sat down in a seat, taking a sip of his own drink.
“At least glad to know my terribly skinny body is comfortable to someone,” Lou said in more of a breath than a voice as he sighed.
He started to twirl his fingers through Jay’s hair slightly, humming along to the blaring music overhead.
Jay hummed softly, leaning into Lou's hands with a smile. "Mm." he replied. "You could use a little more padding, true." he shrugged.
"But don't worry, Jay's ass has enough padding for the both of you." Marco muttered, smirking.
Jay threw a crumpled napkin at Marco, blushing red.
Lou just chuckled quietly in response, resuming his humming shortly after. He kept his position, not wanting to get up even after seeing both of the other men roll, seeing the board overhead turn to his name. Lou waved his free hand.
“Matt, go for me,” he muttered like a whiny kid. “Get me some points please.”
“Nah, man,” Matt replied. “If I do it for you, you’re never getting better.”
Lou rolled his eyes, tapping Jay on the shoulder so he could get up.
