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A low neon hum vibrated through the bowling alley, painting the polished lanes in streaks of electric color. The air hung heavy with the smell of buttery popcorn and synthetic carpet cleaner. Chris was already bouncing on the balls of his feet, a live wire of competitive zeal. 'I'm telling you all right now,' he announced, voice cutting through the ambient noise, 'I am about to absolutely smoke every single one of you.' Nick let out a short, derisive laugh, his fingers tracing the smooth curve of a bowling ball. 'You objectively, empirically suck at this.' Matt glanced up from his phone, his expression flat. 'Weren't you the one who needed the bumpers up last time? And still only hit two pins?' Chris pointed a stern finger. 'Slander. Defamatory statements.' They all wrestled with the stif…