"Well, yeah. Is there a bar?" There were sometimes bars in bowling alleys. In the Midtown Lanes there was one, even if they called it a lounge and the kids weren't allowed in there.
Snake had seemed a bit perplexed about the idea of bowling, but Jake hadn't thought much about it. Any sport that involved projectiles and targets was a sport where gunslingers were naturals. Even before any training, Jake's bowling average had been a 206. He was a bit curious to see where he'd be throwing now.
He looked around for Snake, looking for the man in the eyepatch, and hoping against hope that Snake had left behind his heavy automatic for this particular outing.