Babies Can Play Scrabble Too
Rating: G
Characters: Haley, Lucas
Prompt: #001 Games (from theechochorus table)
Summary: Haley and Lucas in their unpopular incarnations. They play Scrabble.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to somebody else.
"Scrabble, again?" Lucas groaned, letting his head fall to the table dramatically. His next words were muffled by the wood. "Hales, don't you ever get sick of that game?"
"Do you ever get sick of basketball?" Haley countered. "Just because I always beat you at Scrabble..."
"You do not always beat me," Lucas said indignantly.
"You're right. There was that one time I let you win because you were being such a baby."
"Hah! I know that's true-you're way too competitive to let anyone win."
Haley grinned inwardly. It might have been a lousy way for the populars to spend Saturday night, but she loved Game Night with Lucas, especially nights when she chose the game. NBA Live nights, she didn't love those so much.
"As if you're not just as competitive. Who does the happy dance every time they win?" Haley put a finger to her chin and pretended to think. "Oh, right, that's you!"
Lucas narrowed his eyes at her. After several rounds, his eyes flickered to his tiles and then his features set into a serene smile.
"What?" Haley said warily.
Lucas remained silent, but set down his seven letters after her es: MARQUESS.
"And it's a triple word score!"
Haley looked at her tiles and refused to watch Lucas's happy dance.
Characters: Haley, Lucas
Prompt: #001 Games (from theechochorus table)
Summary: Haley and Lucas in their unpopular incarnations. They play Scrabble.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to somebody else.
"Scrabble, again?" Lucas groaned, letting his head fall to the table dramatically. His next words were muffled by the wood. "Hales, don't you ever get sick of that game?"
"Do you ever get sick of basketball?" Haley countered. "Just because I always beat you at Scrabble..."
"You do not always beat me," Lucas said indignantly.
"You're right. There was that one time I let you win because you were being such a baby."
"Hah! I know that's true-you're way too competitive to let anyone win."
Haley grinned inwardly. It might have been a lousy way for the populars to spend Saturday night, but she loved Game Night with Lucas, especially nights when she chose the game. NBA Live nights, she didn't love those so much.
"As if you're not just as competitive. Who does the happy dance every time they win?" Haley put a finger to her chin and pretended to think. "Oh, right, that's you!"
Lucas narrowed his eyes at her. After several rounds, his eyes flickered to his tiles and then his features set into a serene smile.
"What?" Haley said warily.
Lucas remained silent, but set down his seven letters after her es: MARQUESS.
"And it's a triple word score!"
Haley looked at her tiles and refused to watch Lucas's happy dance.