Killing time, ten pin style (RP with isabelowens)

As James approached the alley, he tried to negotiate the distance between the ball and the pins. He stuck his tongue out the corner of his mouth in concentration. He went to bowl, but hesistated and readjusted the ball in his right hand. Bowling right-handed took a lot of brain power and focus when one was a leftie. He backed up again and then took a running throw of the ball, leaning over in the direction it went. "Come on, come on, come on, come on."

He squeaked on the last word and then, "Oh, come ON!" He complained and threw up his hands as the ball veered into the gutter. "Bollocks! I want those bumper things! I'm handicapped here!"