"I always wanted to do something with music," Felix mused as he whacked a few more moles in rapid succession. "This game would be a hell of a lot more fucking fun if you could hold a mallet in each hand." He frowned a little as he glanced around, clocking another animatronic rodent in his peripheral vision. He located the near-empty bottle of vodka he'd left on the bar in the other room through the doorway, hitting one more mole before abandoning the mallet and jetting off as if he were being chased by a cop while on the job.
He grabbed the bottle and zipped back, half skidding as he neared the machine again, upending the bottle with one hand, his head tilted back, as his eyes aimed at the machine. His free hand blindly reached for the mallet even as he chugged the last few inches of clear liquid, batting at the targets and even hitting a few. When the bottle was empty, he flipped it easily over his palm until he was holding the neck, and then began bopping for points with both hands, his hits with the bottle only heavy enough to register that the hit had been made. He sure as hell didn't want to deal with broken glass. "Much fucking better." He leaned back to look at her. "What was I saying before?"