Laz lost. Laz lost bad. Although Kat didn't bowl a perfect 300, she wasn't far off. Laz though? 135.
"AH HA HA HA HA... oh it hurts..." Kat was still laughing her ass off while sometimes doubling over and grabbing her side. She was amused, not because he bowled poorly, but because he took the bet so easily without ever considering how good or bad she was. As it was, Laz wasn't angry. In fact, he rather enjoyed her laughing. Of course, he was getting a bit embarrassed that she was laughing so hard, so loud while also pointing at him.
"Are you done?" Laz asked when she finally calmed down.
"Yep. I'm good. But still, you should have seen your face every time I got a strike. Magic."
"Whatever."
"Alright. Now, what to make you do..." Kat pondered for a bit but didn't say anything.
