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Game, FH Gym, 1 p.m. FHT

The gym was ready for the game ~~assuming nothing crazy happened during detention~~, with a shiny floor, clean new nets, and two perfect basketballs lolling about. Everything was ready for the rematch between the blue and gold gremlins. Last time, gold had eked out a victory; this time, it was anyone's game.

Play ball.

[OOC: Wait for OCD. This post is open throughout the day; a post for the second half will be made when we're ready for it.]

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"Well, I hope so," Cally said, but then she spotted the mascot uniform all empty over on the sidelines.

"Huh. Wherever she is, she's apparently naked."

Arthur's grin, if it were possible, grew broader. "Oh really? She's quite the wild girly, but I don't see any naked girls about."

"You're totally sure about this?" Cally asked. "I mean, I'm not saying yes quite yet but I mean this has definite friendship damaging potential, you know?"

Arthur was completely unaware of any such things and even if he were aware of them, he wouldn't care. "Tsk. It's just a bit of slap and tickle."

"Hey, any slapping better be quiet," Cally said. "Under the bleachers isn't exactly private."

Cally blinked.

Yep, she basically had just said she'd do it. Frak.

And Arthur had definitely noticed, judging by the gleam in his eye. "Right-o, girly. We'll keep the slapping to a minimum and you can show me your favorite ticklish spots."

He reached for her hand while he stood up, not intending to let her have time for second thoughts.

Cally couldn't blame this one on drunkenness. But she could blame this on the fact that it was totally Walter's idea. And like he said, it wasn't anything. Just some fun, that's all. And the ballgame wasn't that interesting.

So she allowed Walter to take her hand and lead her wherever he was planning to go.

And wherever Arthur was planning to lead her was under the bleachers and up against the back wall they folded out of.

Arthur also apparently had no compunctions whatsoever about "tickle" meaning a bit of a grope while he kissed her.

[ooc: no worries about remembering this is a public comm. Just slap and tickle's all.]

Cally kissed back, and actually not put off by the groping at all. She'd had plenty of kisses lately, so something a little more was quite welcome.

Now there was something very not right about that. Nadia hung by her feet from the underside of the bleachers and hissed at the two, throwing half-chewed popcorn kernels at them.

Cally took a popcorn kernel to the eye, which was definitely not condusive to having some quick fun.

"Heeeey," she said, looking over, one eye squinting.

Nadia hissed and waved her arms at them angrily in the universal sign language of "get off my boy, bitch!"

. . . Which was something else she'd be ashamed of once she turned back.

Then she snapped a picture of them using Parker's camera.

Cally facepalmed. "There are now pictures."

"Make extra copies," Arthur said and leaned down to kiss her neck.

Cally closed her eyes for a brief moment, enjoying the neck kiss immensely.

Then she snapped her eyes open, suddenly thinking this was so, so not a good idea at all. "Walter, I. . . this isn't right."

Arthur opened his eyes and turned Cally's body back and forth a bit to look around for Walter. The words muffled against her neck might have been, "Walter? I don't see the boy."

Oh frak. . .

Gremlin. Walter actually trying to mess around with her. Walter not responding to his own name. Cally was blessed with enough morals to realized this was a bad, bad plan.

"Okay, we need to stop," Cally said. "We really, really need to stop."

"Psh. We were just getting started." Arthur drew back to look her over from top to bottom. "You don't look like the fainting damsel sort. Just a little more, dearie, just for old Arthur."

"See, that's the problem," Cally said. "You're not who you think you are, and that means you're actually gonna regret this when you remember who you are and. . . Gah, I shoulda picked up on this quicker."

Nadia chattered her agreement and threw more things at them.

Arthur looked disappointed for a split-second before shrugging and giving Cally a quick kiss on the lips. "Your loss, girly. There have to be other girls here who won't be so gunshy." He snickered for a second and stepped back. "Gunshy. Hehe. Right. Good afternoon... what was your name?"

"Cally," she said, slumping down against one of the bleacher supports and sitting on the ground. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"You should be," Arthur said good-naturedly. "Leading a chap on like that." He leaned down and patted her on the shoulder. "Or maybe you're just feeling bad that I was too much for you. That's understandable."

"Just stay away from Aeryn or Parker," she said. "You'll get hurt."

Anyone else would just slap him.

Arthur raised an eyebrow and looked interested. "Oh, dominant are they? That's always a refreshing turnabout. Can you point them out to me as a favor?"

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