Game, FH Gym, 1 p.m. FHT

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

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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Re: Audience, 1st Half

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Arthur tried to push himself upright, but felt as though he'd had a bottle too many of his favorite whiskey, without the good part of being drunk.

"Walter, as we have already determined, is not here. And last I checked, he wasn't interested in pushing anyone's girlfriend's boundaries. So unless he's off shagging your boyfriend, we can leave the boy out of it."

He gave the girl another cautious leer and managed to stand. "No would have sufficed."

Re: Audience, 1st Half

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"But it wouldn't have been nearly as impressive," Veronica said with a shrug.

Re: Audience, 1st Half

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

"Or half as satisfying," Archie added, though he was watching Walter, or whoever he thought he was, with concern. He hadn't seen the taser being used up close before, and now that he had, it did seem alarmingly painful.

Re: Audience, 1st Half

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I respect a good sadistic streak when I see it," Arthur admitted. "But I was looking for company of a bit softer persuasion."

Somehow he'd regained his composure and was once more ogling the crowd, the dangerous young woman glancingly included.

"Good boy," Arthur said to Archie as he started to edge his way down the bleacher away from them. "Don't forget to say 'Yes, Mistress' and 'No, Mistress.'"

Re: Audience, 1st Half

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie had been entertaining thoughts of the leather bikini in the back of his mind all this time.

All of a sudden, he was dearly beginning to wish he hadn't been, as the ability to speak coherently seemed to be slipping away from him at a frightening rate.

"I -- all right," he managed, staring blankly at Walter-or-whoever.

Re: Audience, 1st Half

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica watched Walter walk away and then cast a quizzical look at Archie.

"Are you okay?" she asked, seemingly oblivious to any dirty thoughts he might be entertaining.

Re: Audience, 1st Half

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie was still staring in the direction in which Walter had wandered off. "Perfectly fine," he said, shifting a little closer to her.

Re: Audience, 1st Half

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Veronica said, putting her taser away. "Well I think that answers that questions," she said.

Re: Audience, 1st Half

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie couldn't help himself. "So . . . about that leather bikini . . . is this game over yet?"

Re: Audience, 1st Half

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"It's halftime," Veronica said. "Let's get some refreshments and then come back for the rest of the game."

Re: Audience, 1st Half

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie nodded. "A cold drink sounds like a very, very good idea."