Kiley flung another ball down the lane. Forty points. "I'm always up for innocent payback. Nothing too awful, though. Pam does still have a crossbow and I think she's just a nudge away from snapping and using it." She said it with a lighter tone, but Kiley absolutely believed Pam had the capability of hurting someone who pushed her too hard. She was way too chipper for it not to be fake.
Kiley picked up her last ball and pretended to focus intensely on the rings waiting ahead. "As for me, I did whatever I wanted to do back home. Mostly I stole shit from people. My uncle said I was a kleptomaniac, but I haven't stolen any shit here yet, so I guess I'm cured. Public indecency once or twice. Drugs, occasionally, though nothing hardcore." She made a big show of preparing to toss the ball underhand, and when she did, it bounced off the one hundred point pocket and fell rather anti-climatically into the zero pocket. She swore loudly and kicked her machine before yanking her tickets away. "I guess it's your turn. And you can tell me what shit you got into back home."