"I'm good, I was just thinking for her," Scotty said as he pulled a bottle of whiskey down from one of the higher shelves. He filled a shot glass for Felix, leaving the bottle next to it in case the guy wanted another. "No air hockey. Air hockey doesn't give out tickets. That'd be fucking sweet, though," he told Lucy as he left the bar, planning to actually use the Whack-a-mole after he'd called dibs on it. He probably should have done the gentlemanly thing and grabbed her a water before he went to play, but eh.
He at least waited for Felix to collect his tickets before he went ahead and started up a game, once again swinging down maybe just a little too rough. As long as he didn't break the machine, right?