"I've got a sweet spot for From Dusk Til Dawn." Felix led the way, leaving his now empty glass on the bar and patting the wooden surface as if he was silently promising he'd be back soon. When he pulled away from it he turned and grinned, wagging his hips in a suggestive little dance for her. "I think it's got something to do with Salma Hayek's hips and wanting to be that fucking snake."
Now that he had a free hand he snapped a finger and pointed it toward the token dispenser once they entered the game room. "You can get five tokens out of that thing. Now," he turned again and lounged against the skeeball machine, running his hand across it like one of the models fondling a prize on The Price is Right. "What I've been doing is I just keep playing the same machine until I get a high score, because you can trade tickets for more tokens and shit. And then once you score big you cash out and get Herpes." He paused before shrugging. "Or HPV. Or Gonorrhea. Whichever is better." He reached his hand out, curling his pinky at her as he eyeballed her meaningfully. "And we share the fun shit."