"It’s catchy!” was Kenny’s only defense; although that was what he’d tried to tell Sawyer when she’d caught him singing the selfie song, and it wasn’t exactly effective. Keegan started moving to the music, though, and he grinned, glad that she was enjoying it too. He wouldn’t deny that there was much better music they could be listening to, but he was in no way a music snob and would play anything that put him in a good mood.
“Exactly,” he said, following her lead by moving quite awkwardly in his seat in something that could probably be called dancing, if you squinted a little.
“That’s what I always say, but Nat rolls her eyes every time! See, this is why we need to hang out more.” Then he chuckled nervously, a little embarrassed to admit that he still pointed out the name of the bowling alley the way he used to point out “69” any time he saw it during his freshman days. “Good name, though,” he said, clearing his throat as he made another turn.
“Oh, God, please don’t. That was awkward,” he said, but he had to smile at the memory. It had been awkward, sure, but the guy had run off in a hurry and he’d had the chance to hang out with Keegan outside of Fairchild’s Felicity for the first time. Not for long, of course, since he’d been looking pretty frantically for his phone, but still, it was more a fond memory than anything else.
“Alright, here we are: The Lucky Strike,” Kenny announced as he turned into the parking lot. The area was saturated with the smell of deep fried food, and his stomach growled. “And I want a corn dog. And some fries, and maybe popcorn. So when we get in there, it’s food first, then the game. Sound good?"
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