drabbles
Football. (American that is)
"TOUCHDOWN! THE CHIEFS ARE LEADING TWO TO ZERO!"
"WOOHOO!" John grinned, throwing popcorn at D'argo. "Hell yeah, baby! Knew they'd start winning."
D'argo threw popcorn back at him. "It's taped, you frellnut."
Aeryn scooted up closer to the TV. "So...this is called...football? And...they score...downtouch--"
"Touchdowns, Aeryn." John grinned at her. "Who's playing who?"
"The...Cheifs." She squinted at the word, running her tongue over her teeth as she sounded the word out. "Against the...Sss..."
"Saints." Chiana piped up.
"I was about to say it, Chiana." Aeryn snipped, coming to sit back with John. With a hand at her back, he grinned over at Chiana. "You should be a cheerleader."
"What?" Aeryn glared down at him. "Am I not good enough to be a cheerleader?"
John grinned. "No, babe. Just don't want you cheerin' for anybody else."
Aeryn settled down and everyone silently watched the football game for a moment, till Chiana sat back up. "Hey...what's a cheerleader, anyway?"
"TOUCHDOWN! THE CHIEFS ARE LEADING TWO TO ZERO!"
"WOOHOO!" John grinned, throwing popcorn at D'argo. "Hell yeah, baby! Knew they'd start winning."
D'argo threw popcorn back at him. "It's taped, you frellnut."
Aeryn scooted up closer to the TV. "So...this is called...football? And...they score...downtouch--"
"Touchdowns, Aeryn." John grinned at her. "Who's playing who?"
"The...Cheifs." She squinted at the word, running her tongue over her teeth as she sounded the word out. "Against the...Sss..."
"Saints." Chiana piped up.
"I was about to say it, Chiana." Aeryn snipped, coming to sit back with John. With a hand at her back, he grinned over at Chiana. "You should be a cheerleader."
"What?" Aeryn glared down at him. "Am I not good enough to be a cheerleader?"
John grinned. "No, babe. Just don't want you cheerin' for anybody else."
Aeryn settled down and everyone silently watched the football game for a moment, till Chiana sat back up. "Hey...what's a cheerleader, anyway?"