Yep, he definitely was. He had the baggy pants, skater shoes, and plenty of tattoos to complete the look. And hopefully she liked what she saw.
"Oh, but see, that's the thing. You bust the fruit, it's automatically a strike." He wiggled his brows slightly. That was the twist he was talking about. His friends and him had invented this version of this game ages ago. It was a lot of fun. He hadn't done it in a long time. Last person to play with him was Peyton. And then afterward they'd fucked like bunnies but that was neither here nor there.
"Alright, so, this is kinda like dodge ball meets baseball." He grabbed a papaya and stood near the pitcher's mound. "Like I said, you bust it, it's an automatic strike. You don't bust it, then I have to try to catch it and throw it at you while you try to score the bases. If I bust it anywhere other than you, you get an automatic home run. But if I manage to pop you with it and it busts, you're out." He wiggled his brows slightly. "Think you can handle it?"