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Soo investigates bowling and finds Stiles and Lance making up for lost time.
13 December 2015
Beacon Hills, Bowling Alley
It's early evening, and what better way to spend the evening than bowling? Literally anything else, in Soo's mind... but hey, he's here. Why? Vague but nagging curiosity. Plus, he heard the food was good, so there is that. So it is that he finds himself alone at the alley, not switched over to bowling shoes yet, waiting in line to grab a bite. He rocks back and forth from toe to heel repeatedly, trying to be patient... but it's Soo.
Of course, Lance really enjoys bowling. Not only is the food at the place great, but it's a game of playing with big, heavy balls for hours at a time! And anybody can learn it fairly easily. And then there's the shoes! Those are especially splendid, for being especially awful, which makes them extra-great in an almost ironic way.
He barely gets in the door with Stiles before he's kissing on him. They've been together for months, but Lance is still every bit as into Stiles and desperate to get every touch, every caress, every kiss, hug, and every other kind of contact, whenever he can. It's like he's determined to get his loving value out of the time they spend together. Especially lately since exams, the holidays, and other things going on have made it a little harder for them to find as much time together.
Stiles had things he was going to say. He's sure of that. He might even have had some witty remark in mind, possibly some snark to share about the cheesy Christmas music playing in the alley or the green and red variant uniforms the employees are wearing. Even so, at the moment that's all forgotten for the sake of standing in the lobby and basically making out with Lance. People stare, for sure--but Stiles doesn't particularly care. He just slides his arms around Lance's neck, leans into it, and then once they finally part he smiles at him. "Sure you wanna bowl, hot stuff?" he murmurs. "'Cause I'm pretty sure there's a ball-and-pins 'striking' joke, here, but it's all about a totally different kind of scoring points."
Forget the line! There's people he knows! Soo doesn't rush the couple, but steps up a discreet distance until they're done doing the standing beast with two backs variant, grinning to himself. Others might be a bit uncomfortable, but Soo is just happy to see people being happy. Once they're done, he waves and starts approaching. "I knew if I stood in one area long enough decent people would show up."
Lance nosekisses Stiles, which is to say he rubs the tip of his nose against his sweetheart's, a radiantly content expression on his face. He's practically exuding holiday cheer and warmth. And under his leather? Totally a tacky sweater with snowflakes and snowmen all over it. And a dragon, for some reason. Must be the traditional Christmas dragon.
"What, you mean you don't want to play with balls in public?" Lance turns as he hears the familiar voice, sliding an arm around Stiles's waist. "Oh hey Soo! I didn't know you bowled." There's a little pause as he looks between the two others. "Which reminds me. I should get you that Johnny Cash album."
Laughing a little, Stiles leans lightly against Lance and says, "Hey, Soo. What's up?" He grins, holding his arms out wide, to show off the hideous holiday sweater he's wearing. It's garishly red tartan, with a bright green Christmas tree in clashing paisley sewn on in a patchwork fashion and little ornaments sewn onto it in shiny lamé patches. It basically screams Merry Christmas, Bitch! and stops one step short of forcibly stuffing your stocking. So to speak.
"I never have. But there's food." Soo points toward the food prep area, tongue sticking out of one corner of his mouth as he does, his grin infectious. "I'm still trying to figure out what there is to do here besides curse my aunt's internet because it can't handle both of us on League at once... and since she pays the bills, she gets to play whenever she wants." He laughs and shrugs. "Those are some... interesting sweaters. I like them!" For his part, Soo is wearing a black t-shirt with the words 'PRIMADONNA GIRL' etched across a metallic gold heart, with a vintage green army jacket over that, a pair of beat up but very form fitting jeans, and converse bearing some vintage Wonder Woman artwork painted on them. His ever present non-prescription glasses are perched on his nose, and his longish hair has been pinned and twisted up into a messy mohawk. "Johnny Cash Album?"
Lance looks satisfied, as well he should since he's wearing a similarly eye-destroying fashion, though not quite so gaudy and senses-destroying. He likes the holidays. In fact he apparently loves them, as his fashion sense is testament to currently. "Thanks!" He cheerfully replies to Soo, hand wandering to more southerly zones and giving a good sharp squeeze. Propriety? Not Lance's strong suit. Especially around Stiles. "How've you been? Oh, uh. Y'know. A boy named..."
Stiles jumps visibly at that squeeze, making the slightest little yip noise, and then turns to give Lance a look, but any reproach in it is lost given the delighted little smirk playing at his lips. "You're so bad," he says in token resistance, but he wraps his arm around Lance's back again, anyway. To Soo he says, "You can come play on our WiFi any time. Dad gets good deals on the Internet service." He shrugs a little. Being sheriff doesn't have tons of perks, but it certainly has a few, and being on good terms with the various local utilities is one of them.
There's a blank look on Soo's face for a few heartbeats. "I've been good, been learning to play lacrosse with Jackson." If his eyes light just a bit at mentioning the other boy's name, he can be forgiven for it... right? But then the blank look comes back, "A boy named what?" Soo asks, looking genuinely confused. That look is there for several beats, and then dawning arrives. He leans in. "Wait. Like... the song? My full name is Soony, you know?" He offers, looking slightly embarrassed now. Isn't that his aunt's name, too? "Really? I haven't had a good ranked game in weeks, I'm about to drop back down to Silver I if I don't get a match in soon!"
"Yeah, but you're Soo to everybody!" Lance has a good laugh about the exchange. Plus Stiles being surprised but not too surprised. After this amount of time together, it probably shouldn't shock anyone when Lance does something that's kind of inappropriate or naughty. "What's this game you're talking about? Are you a person of rank?" He glances between the other two. It's like they're discussing something that is beyond his realm of experience. Is this like the popcorn? Is it that kind of thing?!
"It'd be cool to play sometime," Stiles says, flashing a grin. "But so you know, I play a wicked Doctor Mundo, and I'll light your ass up as Veigar." Snickering some, he leans over to kiss Lance's cheek. "'Course, Lance? Lance would be perfect as, oh... Annie, I think." He even says it with a palpable air of innocence, the sort of tone he'd use when baldly lying to his father. Stiles is, for better or for worse, rather good at playing off a ruse--even if in this case it's for the sake of fond teasing. Then, abruptly, he looks to Lance. "Oh! Dude. Wait right here! I almost forgot!" He plants a quick kiss on Lance's lips, claps Soo on the shoulder, and then jogs out the door.
"Everybody but my aunt." Soo mutters, then grins when Lance starts asking questions and Stiles is suddenly threatening to set him up the bomb. "Size doesn't mean everything." He says, in a surprisingly good imitation of Teemo, imitating the yordle's cute little face and curling his hands up into 'paws' near his face. He even does a giggle along the same lines as the champion. It's not perfect, but there's definitely worse imitations out there! "I think Lance would make an excellent Syndra. All the balls to play with. And Lance, we're talking about League of Legends. It's a computer game. Um, here!" He draws his phone out, opening a browser window and rummaging for a video for a few moments, the tip of his tongue barely poking out as he does. "Ah!" And then he turns the phone about, pointing the screen toward Lance and hitting play.
Lance has such a wide-eyed smile. He probably would be a good Annie. But right now he's making a remarkable Gnar impression, even if he doesn't realize it at all. He seems to take it all in stride, leaning up to watch the video. It's pretty intense, if you judge by his expression. His irises contract, a bit catlike...but not exactly catlike. "Wow...uh...this is a game? How do you play it? It's like...you...you summon things..."
At least they're not going all black and shiny! "Um... It's a lot of using your mouse's right click button for some reason, and the Q-W-E-R buttons on your keyboard, mostly. You control a single character and murder tiny lemming creatures who are hell bent on destroying each other, for gold, and kill the enemy team for gold. Then you destroy their towers and their base if you can. People make a lot of money at this game if they're good enough." He sticks his lower lip out slightly. "I'm not good enough. Though... I haven't played too much since... everything. Maybe my newfound reflexes will improve my game!" Or he'll fly into a feline rage and throw the laptop across the room. Not... that he hasn't possibly done it even before.
Lance just listens, taking it all in, eyes growing wide again as his lips part slightly, jaw a little slack. "...what, really?" He looks back at the screen, then up at Soo again. "That's amazing! I didn't...even know that happened. Like, I didn't know that was even a thing." His brows raise and he slides his hands into his pockets, glancing to the door again before returning his attention to Soo. "So can you teach me sometime? I wanna see about this...Annie? Syndra?"
Stiles comes bursting in, having clearly been sprinting the whole time (though, notably, looking not at all winded), and holds up a bag that smells deliciously of sugar, grease, and spices. "Pumpkin spice and eggnog doughnuts," he announces. "There's this little shop next door, and you absolutely have to try these for it to be Christmas time." He opens the bag, holding it out to the others with a gigantic grin on his face, and then notices the video. "Oh, hey," he says, expression turning to one of serious interest. "Are we teaching Lance to play League? I wanna make him play Gnar!"
"He wants to try Syndra. Fling big balls at the enemy. Her ultimate is literally my third grade dodgeball tournament. I was the only one left on my team..." One can almost hear the SMACK of rubber against skin as Soo gets a thousand yard stare, then shakes his head. "And definitely teaching him. I'd say we teach Derek, too, but... he'd probably find a way to get into their servers, find out the info of griefers and, like... eat them." A beat. "Let's teach him, too." The bag gets a curious sniff from Soo, and then he's reaching out without a moment's hesitation. "These smell amazing!"
Lance looks up, eyes almost impossibly wide now at the announcement of the doughnuts. He breathes in with a slow gasp and leans closer to Stiles. So delicious! So rich-smelling. He loves it. Licking his lips, he leans up close to the bag, taking one of the treats with first a tiny, appraising bite, then a larger stuff-it-in-your-mouth-Dean-Winchester bite. "MmmMMMmm! MMMMmmm!" The Gnar thing escapes him, but...it kinda fits. He glances over to Soo, nodding happily at the teaching thing...but a little concerned about the thousand mile stare.