Prompt 4; hank and connor. Connor wants to do "fun" stuff that humans do with friends like bowling.
ask and ye shall receive. also this is sappy as shit because i’m lonely on main
“I’m too sober for this shit.”
Hank’s figure drowns in neon pink and blue lights that hang above the noisy establishment. He could feel the obnoxious pop music pulsate throughout his body and he really wish he could have a drink in hand. Ever since the revolution, Hank vowed to Connor to cut back on his drinking habit although bad habits die hard.
“Come on! Don’t tell me you aren’t at least having some fun,” you chirp after taking a big slurp from your frozen cherry drink. You can feel a brain freeze creep up but you shake your head, closing your eyes then bopping to the music.
Music from 2019…interesting choice.
“This is Connor’s doing,” Hank retorts back, closing himself off by wrapping his arms around his chest. You roll your eyes into the back of your skull and let out a frustrated sigh.
“Hey, what happened to that supportive father I always see? Or is that all an act whenever I’m around so you can impress me, your son’s significant other?” Hank wants to tell you something, even lifting his finger to address you, until a voice calls out your name and an excited android comes running up to the two of you.
“I got another strike!” Connor’s eyes shine brightly in pure joy as if on a high. You raise your drink up in celebration which makes Hank chuckle a bit.
“Don’t you androids always play a perfect game?”
Before Connor can make a sassy remark, you kick your feet in the air to jump off the chair. “And that’s where I come in…the variable!”
Your boyfriend leads you back to the lanes where you join Markus, North, Simon, Josh, Kara, and Luther near the reserved lane. You peep at the screen for the score and realize that out of eight people, you’re the only one with a varying score. You don’t mind at all since the rest of the group always encourages you no matter the outcome. You pick up a bowling ball, your fingers slipping through the three holes easily, and eye the ten bowling pins down below. Connor’s hands find your waist and pulls you closer towards him. He helps guides you into the perfect position that aligns with a strike. The hot breath against your ear tickles the area and you can’t help but giggle.
“Hey, how about you two go get a room!” North exclaims at the two of you which leads to the rest of the group to laugh followed by a few wolf-whistles. Despite it all, you can only feel Connor and him alone. Everything around you seems to blur, the neon lights, the loud music, everything….just you and him. Connor’s hand hovers yours and guides your arm into position.
“Just focus…”
You almost close your eyes at his touch.
The sounds of pins falling down makes you not want to look.
“Strike!”
You scream in delight, hopping into your boyfriend’s arm. Connor easily wraps his arms around you to spin you around. His lips feel like heaven on Earth.
Hank shakes his head and smiles. “Well, I’ll be damned.”
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