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Neon lights hummed over the polished lanes, the air thick with the scent of popcorn and rubber. Chris bounced on his toes, hyped and loud. 'I’m about to smoke all of you,' he declared. Nick scoffed, testing a ball’s weight. 'You literally suck.' Matt looked up from his phone. 'Two strikes last time? Only because of the bumpers.' Chris pointed. 'Slander. Shut up.' They slipped on rental shoes, feeling unathletic. Chris stretched dramatically. 'Watch this.' He hurled the ball with too much force; it rolled straight into the gutter. Nick choked on laughter. 'Embarrassing.' Matt shook his head. 'I’m pretending I didn’t see that.' Chris remained unbothered. 'Just practice. Testing conditions.' Nick rolled his eyes, stepping up. 'Whatever helps you sleep. Let’s see you kick your ass.'