You watch Lottie's face twist in amusement as she cheerfully glides past a bowling attendant with two bottles of water in her hand. She winks at you as she sets them down and wipes her hands on her jeans before sitting next to you on the chair.

"Should we start?" she asks, a little out of breath.

You hum and lean forward to grab the bottle, nose scrunching up as you smell the undeniable stench of vodka. "Ugh, Lottie, please tell me this isn't pure vodka... you added Sprite or whatever, right?"

"Don't be such a baby." Lottie grabs her own bottle and takes a swig, tightening the cap back on before standing up. She holds her hand out to you. You take it, and she leads you down to the lane. "Remember the rules: you take a shot if you miss 3 or more pins."

You think about asking if you can up it to four pins because you absolutely will lose horribly to her. But she looks so excited that you can't find it in your heart to speak up. You're kind of excited for it anyway, getting drunk in public like this. It's been like this with her ever since you met her about two weeks ago. You've never been more thankful for a car crash in your life. It was totally your fault; you weren't paying attention, but she paid for everything and took your car to the shop to get it repaired. You and her got into this fling and you love the rush of being with such an older woman who is most definitely reliving her youth with you.

"Get ready to lose." she smirks at you, already feeling a buzz from the vodka.