Dirk raised an eyebrow at the nickname as he shoved tokens into the game. He stood, waiting for the balls to roll down.

"That's a terrible nickname." He told her. He picked up the first ball and rolled it up the lane, but threw too hard and missed the center target. Shit. He tried again, but this time his aim was skewed to the right. For fuck's sake, shouldn't he be good at this? The third ball hit the mark, as did the ones he threw after that, and he bent to collect his tickets with a little smirk.