Games? Were they playing games? Oh, hell. Why not? A dose of air hockey or some skee ball wouldn't kill him.
"Uh, sure," Paul said, wondering how many token things they'd even need. "We'll take one hundred." Was that enough? He hadn't been to a place like this in, well, maybe forever. But he just went with that for now, and handed over the cash to pay for this fine dining and gaming experience. "If I beat you at air hockey, you'll have to tell me the meaning of the story," he stipulated.