Jones and Olive! (Private)

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    Jones got out of his car and walked over to open Olive's door.

    Occ: She doesn't know she has to have different shoes... So she somehow will manage to wear her DC's in the lanes.


    Ic:
    ''Is there food here? I'm hungry,'' she smiled.

    OOC: Okay.... Is this going to like, hugely impact the story somehow?? Because that's kinda random....
    IC: "Yeah, I'll go get you a hotdog and pay," Jones said. "You go find where you want to bowl."

    Occ: Not a huge impact... And I know it was random, I'm always random.


    Ic:
    ''Okay,'' she said walking to an empty lane. She entered her name then his.

    Jones got a couple of hot-dogs and found Olive. He sat down on that weird bench/chair thingy.

    Jones looked up at the scoreboard TV thingy and saw JONES written on it. "Yup," he said, picking out a ball and rolling it down the lane. He knocked down about half of them.

    Jones looked at the pins as if they betrayed him. "Yeah," he muttered. He looked annoyed, but he was secretly jumping up and down on the inside. He usually sucked at bowling...

    ''Okay,'' she smiled, ready to burst. Olive got the pink ball, thinking it was the cutest one.''So how do I do this?" she asked, turning back to Jones.

    "Wait, so you like, never went bowling?" Jones asked, starting to grin evilly. He completely disapproved of her bowling ball.

    ''I haven't and what wrong with this girl bowling ball? I'm a girl and I think I should use the girl bowling...'' she smiled, shifting to the ball to the other hand.

    Jones shook his head and stood back up, showing her how to do it.

    She nodded and did what he did, letting the ball go. But the ball went into the guters.''What!? I thought I would all those things down!'' she protested.

    Jones laughed. "Here, you get another try. Lemme help," he said, handing her the ball before wrapping his arms around her waist and held her wrists in his hands. "Look," he said, swinging her arms back and forth. "You were going at a tilt."