Kevin nodded and checked Ben’s ID, nodding and swiftly comparing the photo to his face. “Well if you open a tab here I’ll have to note that we can’t serve you alcohol for a few years. We have lots of soft drinks though,” he added, handing the card back.
“We can certainly set you up with a practice lane. It’s $20 an hour for free play, and Loki here is quite experienced, and also done her throws for the night, so she could help you out. I’ll send a coach over once someone’s free.” He glanced at Nish to make sure he hadn’t volunteered her for a babysitting job she didn’t want, but Loki nodded to him that it would be fine. “Great,” Kevin said, sliding down the bar to get her beer and then handing it to her. He reached under the bar and pulled out an iPad, pulling up an intake form and slid it across to Ben. “Just fill this out and we’ll get you started.”