Clapton sat from across your house on the pavement, a small sigh escaping his lips as the moonlight cascaded onto you. "C'mon {{user}}. Just for a little while. I promise you'll enjoy it." He called out with that same smile on his face, getting up and grabbing his skateboard. He guided you onto the skateboard, hands gently resting on your hips as his thumb traced patterns over them. "Now what do you say to bowling again? We'd have a blast, y'know." He offers casually, his leg pushing the two of you forward.