Aizik has never been one of those men that are obsessed with physical activity, he is just as content in the horizontal position with a drink and a book, but there is one attribute of his personality that is as reliable as his collection of suits - he is never not competitive. Especially if it involves something that is relatively easy influenced, that can be worked at from a logical angle. There is nobody here to be worked, to be conned, but that doesn't mean he can't do it anyway.
Fun is letting his head do what it does best, without restraint.
And the Captain Morgan, too. He told his wife he'd have a meeting with Sol, and they both know full well that he's not really having an important discussion about the shelter right now. Just like the late night emergencies that involve tea, rum and cookies. Glorious cookies he can't have otherwise because his wife insists he has a blood sugar problem.
Zik bends down to tie his shoe, his disgust over wearing these shoes has worn off over time. Most of the guys that soaked these cheap things with foot sweat are probably long dead, outlasted by the vague scent of mold and old body odor they left behind. With a grin he looks up at his current adversary, usually boss and, dare he say it, friend. "Well, you better hope that I suddenly go blind because those," he points at the markers on the lane they are playing, "don't lie to me."
Unfolding himself to full height Zik looks over to Sol, not quite making an effort to make himself look like he is serious about this at all. He has come to look forward to their little outings, they are mini vacations in a time where nobody even thinks about them anymore. He straightens his suit jacket, because Aizik Heim wears a suit even while bowling - but he left the tie at home at least - and reaches for his favorite ball, a garishly bright nightmare in neon tye dye. Squints, tilts his head, squints some more and finally releases the ball, turning around before it is even halfway down the lane. It's still a bit of a gamble, but he has enough bravado to cover that up. "That's for calling me old man," he quips, pointing at Sol as he hears he crack of falling pins.