Catchy beats of New Jack Swing and Italo Disco could be heard as Manson and Diablo strolled to an aisle at the Bowling Alley. Manson was the first to type his name for starting the game.

“Funny…” he procrastinated as he sat down at the aisle seat and Diablo typed their name, “I thought I made reservations for a restaurant.”

“Aw, come on, Marilyn,” Diablo typed enter soon before walking back to the seat, “Y’ know I don’t care where we go.”

“Yeah, yeah,” sighed Manson picking up a blue bowling ball, “It’s just… Our date’s supposed to have, like, a calm and tender atmosphere.”

“Don’t be so silly!” Diablo chuckled as they stood up from their seat, “I’m sure there’s food available. Something like, uhh… Nachos and cheese.”

Manson’s eyes rolled to his right.

“Yeah, I could go for some nachos right now…” He nodded.

“Good,” the hillbilly smiled, “I’ll go fetch some as well as… Say, do you want coke with it?”

“That’ll be fine,” replied the rockstar, “Can I start the game?”

“Sure! I’ll be right back!”

Diablo ambled off to the snack bar as Manson watched them. He then gazed to the platform where the pins were standing. Manson smiled. Perhaps it would be a nice night.

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This, as well as this ficlet I wrote above, was based on a headcanon a friend of mine made that I liked so much. Also, wow, the second time I posted in one day today.