Stuck in the moment (PRIVATE)

Genevieve smiled and let a laugh escape her lips. "I bet you will beat me," she agreed, "So I'm not going to bet on it." she thought another moment then rolled her eyes. "What do we get if we win. A severe make out session from the other person? That would be something I'd play for." Genevieve raised her eyebrows at Keller. She was partially joking and some what serious.

Genevieve gaped at Keller. "Oh wait a second," she said. "That's cruel. You know you'd win anyway, so why not just keep your side of the bet." she crossed her arms as they came to an intersection. It took Genevieve a second to remember which way to go but her mental map of the city helped her out a bit more. She looked back at Keller, her eyes narrowed.

A giggle escaped Genevieve's lips again. "You make it soud so official though it's so stupid," she said shaking her head. She shook his hand. "Deal. Prepare to lose!" she stuck her tongue out at him then looked back to what she was doing. The alley should be on the next block.

Genevieve glared at Keller. "We're not lost," she said. "This is New York, it's kinda hard to ge lost here." that was a complete lie mostly but Genevieve was confident. They turned the corner and Genevieve mentally sighed with relief. She pointed down the street where in big lights it said Johnson's and 5th Bowling. "See? It's right there. Just because I'm a girlfoes not mean I don't know how to get around places."

Genevieve stood dumbfouded for a second. She turned and glared at Keller, but she couldn't help but smile. "I didn't ask for your help," she mumbled smiling. "Just take your turn." She turned to the seats and walked to them. She sat down and scrossed her legs. "Let's see your skills then."

Genevieve couldn't help herself. She laughed besides herself. "Not you," she said. "So you got a spare. Big whoop de doo. So what if you're good a bowling. I'm still better." she stuck her togue out at him. Genevieve grabbed her bowling ball and bowled again. Getting another gutter. She spun around again. "Don't say a thing!" she told him and grabbe her ball again. She hit down five pins that time and she smiled. "See?"

Genevieve pursed her lips. "Good for you!" she muttered picking up her ball. She leveled it and swung it backwards. She let go of the ball but stpped onto the track at the same time. That's exactly where you're not supposed to step because you slip. And fall. Like Genevieve. Right on her bottom she fell. "Oh, ow," she muttered with a smile. She sat there a second as she watched her ball go in the gutter again.

"No, not really," Genevieve said taking the Coke gladly. She watched him bowl terribly with both his shots. Genevieve gaped at him. "Why did you do that? Don't let me win." she jabbed him with her finger in the chest. "I'm going to beat beat you fairly."