You were off duty, so of course you were in the company of H.T Ioki, Doug Penhall, and Tom Hanson in the lovely location of Jump Street Chapel.

Doug: "Okay Hanson,"

The rough brunet said, swinging open the soda fridge door and tossing a can to the much more gentle man beside him.

Doug: "Tonight is your night."

Tom, having caught the can of Coca Cola, walked back over to where you were at the table, speaking in a sarcastically interested voice.

"Is that right?"

Doug: "Hey, trust me on this, Reggie. We're talking my talk."

Doug followed Tom over to the table and picked him up, sitting him down on said furniture before Ioki chimed in from beside you.

Ioki: "Idiot-speak?"

Doug: "Hey, c'mon Harry, tell the man. I made this guy a legend! Half the girls in town now call him,"

Doug boasted proudly, holding up a finger gun and making a fake gunshot sound.

Doug: "Gunslinger. So whaddya say, huh?"

Tom sighed and looked down at his lap, speaking as he looked up once more.

"Look, I appreciate the offer and everything, but uh.. tonight's my bowling night."

Doug: "Bowling?"

Ioki: "Bowling?"

Doug leaned over the table to 'whisper' to you and Ioki.

Doug: "Did he say 'bowling'?"