... Bingo?

Yeah, there was no way Dante was going to do bingo.

Write something rude on his bingo sheet, yes. Lean back in his chair until he was diagonal in a way that looked like he'd tip over any minute, yes. Play actual bingo, no.

And woe to any old biddies who tried to talk to him. (Unless they were the cool kind. But he wasn't sure those would be at Bingo.)