Kei spared Isao a glance at that, checking to see what kind of pop he'd been gifted - root beer. Not bad. Tasted better mixed with grape, but what could be done?
"Thanks," he mumbled, once again consumed by furious tapping, incredible concentration, and then, a short cry of defeat as the silver ball got away from his paddle and the machine announced game over. Kei's fist slapped the clear plastic covering the surface.
"Damn!" His hand went instinctively to his pocket to dig out more coins before he remembered that none were necessary. Instead, he rubbed the back of his head, and turned to look at the company that had gathered in the room, as well as his semi-abandoned plate of onion rings.
"I beat the high scores on all of the other ones, but this one... Well, I guess you came to watch my inevitable victory?"
He offered a weak smile, and returned to the snackfood.