Liz and Michael
Wearing tight jeans, plaid, and boots with his trademark cowboy hat, he called himself a cowboy for Halloween. It was the laziest, most uninspired costume ever, but he made it work. He looked the part, that was what really mattered. Only thing missing was the horse.
He sent a bowling ball hurtling down the lane. Tempting though it was, he didn't give it an extra little push, but let it go without influence. It knocked down seven of the pins, leaving two on the left hand side.
He grinned over his shoulder at Liz as he waited for the ball return so he could go for the spare. It was obvious there was a lean to the right, he gently nudged it back to the left. Liz never had to know he cheated, though he figured she probably thought he was cheating all along even though he wasn't.