OOM: Suite 134

[watching_you]

Veronica slouches low on the couch, ducking out of the range of Indy's back swing.

"Let me guess. Another strike."

She sighs and props her beer on her chest, holding it in place with her breasts and the low-cut V of her shirt.

"Big surprise. Glad we didn't put money down."

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[henry_jones_jr]

Indy turns to her, twirling the Wiimote around on its strap. The score reads 178 to 96 in his favor, with the tenth frame still to go.

"It's all in the wrist."

Even though his victory is secure, his grin isn't horribly smug.

"Don't swing so hard," he advises as he settles down beside her. He then gives her a playful poke under the ribs. "We're not trying to work out our frustrations on this one. That was what the boxing was for."

[watching_you]

The poke makes her jerk impulsively, which leads to hurried beer-stabilizing.

"Hey - careful."

Her round-headed, no-armed character takes to the screen, standing ready to send its virtual bowling ball down the virtual bowling lane. Without bothering to get up, Veronica waves her controller vaguely at the screen like an inexperienced conductor in front of a full orchestra.

Her avatar drops the ball directly on her foot, but doesn't seem to mind.

[henry_jones_jr]

The ball then starts inching down the lane.

After a snort, Indy reaches for his own beer and leans back. At this point it's not clear whether the ball is going make it to the pins, or even the gutter for that matter.

"Much better," he monotones. "You take instruction really well."

[watching_you]

"Mmph," Veronica offers grumpily. "Don't need instruction. I do, however ..."

She empties the rest of the bottle and passes it in his direction.

"... need another beer."