Just to cheer up the boys she knew, she made the gang sing this song

[mockingbirdie]

WHO: Bobbi Morse and OPEN TO EVERYONE!
WHERE: Citi Field
WHEN: Around 7pm Friday night and onward
WARNINGS: None, I hope
SUMMARY: Watching a baseball game! Eating hot dogs! Heckling! ... Root, root root for the home team?  The Mets are playing an interleague game against the Yankees and everyone is invited to watch.
FORMAT: Whatever you like. Each

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SEVENTH INNING

[mockingbirdie]

[DON'T FORGET TO SING ALONG!]

(open to freaking anyone)

[electrouble]

[ Maxwell "Electro" Dillon had situated himself in an unsold seat near the front; perhaps he hadn't paid, but it was easy to disappear whenever an usher came by.

When everyone else was stretching he leaned back, feet on the railing, peering at the crowd over his sunglasses. Those and his hat were a, well, passable disguise if you ignored the giant tattoo on his face. He bit into his hotdog. ]

[electrouble]

Don't be a tool. [ He takes a bigger bite, just to spite Parker. ] If we're at a baseball game I'm eating as much real hot dogs as I can. You know they don't got this shit anywhere else.

[electrouble]

Shut up. You got to make everything into a joke?

[electrouble]

I thought you liked that song.

[electrouble]

Whatever. I'll just do it more.

[electrouble]

[ Gapes. ]

Hey.

[electrouble]

I got a fast metabolism. Jerk.

/sneaks over

[mockingbirdie]

[Bobbi was trying to flag down one of the concession vendors when someone in the crowd caught her attention. She wasn't 100% sure her eyes weren't just playing tricks on her, she had to be absolutely certain that she wasn't just seeing things. So when many folks made a rush toward the restrooms after the seventh inning stretch, she snuck into the row behind him and tapped on his shoulder.]

[electrouble]

[ Electro jolted, surprised and turned his head quickly. He hadn't seen any staff around, but maybe he'd just--

Oh. ]

Bobbi?