"What? So we can play a game you're good at but not the one I'm good at?" he asks, laughing. "I dunno, kid, that doesn't really seem fair. If I'm gonna be buying you dinner, I wanna at least think there was a chance I might've won."

Hell, he'll happily lose to her on purpose, but he can't help but give her a hard time about it.

"I'm not gonna go down that easy," he warns as they near the boardwalk. The lights are bright, colours flashing. It'd be hard to feel crappy here.