He watched curiously as she moved towards the foosball table. He had played a time or two, but he had never been really good at it. In fact, he wasn't very good at any type of sports, period. His brother had been good at sports and it had made his father proud. His brother was the golden child and he had been a mistake. Standing at the foosball table made him feel all those feelings of inadequacy. He hated feeling this way, but he put on a smile for Malia. She was a nice girl. She didn't deserve to be bombarded with his insecurities.
Had he been less innocent of mind than he was, he might have chuckled at her description of the game. If he had known any better, he might of mistaken her explanation for how to have sex â€" balls, wooden sticks, holes...it would have made sense and probably given him a laugh But my poor dead Ashton is completely innocent in those ideas, so he listened carefully, trying to connect the dots and understand her version of the rules.
In the end, he figured that he might have a chance of winning. Despite him not being very good at this game, he had a feeling she wasn't either. So naturally, this was an even match â€" two people who were terrible at this game competing against one another. "I say I will certainly try to beat you." His lips curled into a grin as he stepped around from her and took his place.
Hands grabbed the grips and his eyes scanned the field. He slowly reached for the little white ball and dropped it in the middle of the field. Immediately he began wildly twisting his little players, trying his best to move the white ball towards her goal. He hit the ball with force, hoping to drive it to the other end of the field. This game was easier said than done.