Angry Sports Fans.
So what happens when I go to ficchat meet ups? I get prompted and am required to a write thing. Because reasons.
So excuse me while I gank various characters that are not mine for nefarious purposes.
Title: Angry Sports Fans.
Rating: R for language and mild violence.
Who: RPG people, ER!Raye, LOA!Zach.
A/N: Sorry?
“BRING ME BACK ANOTHER DOG!!”
“Get it yourself.”
“But you're already goin' for a beer.”
“Bite me, Neil.” Jamie shielded his eyes from the afternoon sun, glaring at the brunette while Zoe snickered.
“No, you'd like that,” she grinned. “Bring the man a dog, and bring me a soda.”
“Can I have a pretzel?”
“Oh my god, am I your damned slave now? What the fuck? And Zach I don't even know you well enough to take orders.”
“Yes, you are, and it doesn't matter because I'm telling you to bring my good friend here a pretzel, tramp stamp.”
Jamie rolled his eyes and stood up, muttering under his breath. “Want anything Mamoru?” he asked before stepping into the aisle.
“No, thank you.”
“See, he's even polite about it!” Jamie waved a hand.
“It's Mamoru, of course he is. He probably asks Lenore if it's okay to take her bra off,” Zoe said with a wide smile.
“LA LA I CAN'T FUCKING HEAR YOU!” Jamie covered his ears and ran up the steps toward the concession stands. Mamoru managed not to blush too much.
He ignored the others and turned his focus back on the field at Yankee stadium. He had known when he'd agree to come along it would be a rowdy time, but he enjoyed baseball and it seemed like a fun afternoon.
However, he didn't understand the looks their group was receiving - while it made sense that the fans of Yankee stadium wouldn't enjoy seeing people in the opposing teams gear, the dirty looks and snide remarks directed at Neil and Zoe's friend Zach's Red Sox jerseys and hats seemed a little over the top.
Though he chalked it up to not fully understanding American culture. Neil and Zach didn't seem to care one whit.
“Alright you bastards, here's your shit!” Jamie returned, loaded down with food and drinks.
“What? No mustard!?” Zach cried indignantly when he got his pretzel. “How can I enjoy this without mustard.”
“Look here, Georgia, y'all should've asked for it. How was I supposed to know y'all wanted it?” Jamie rolled his eyes. Everyone aside from Zach knew perfectly well how he was supposed to know that.
“Oh Tramp Stamp, you're sound more and more like hick every second.”
“I am not!” Jamie drawled. Stopped and made a face, slugging Zach for good measure. “This is your fault, Georgia!”
“Ow! Not my fault you sound like a damned hick, I sound like a southern Gentleman.”
“Yeah, right,” Jamie grumbled. “You sound like one of those assholes who jumped me at Mackenzie’s bar. Much like your buddy over there.”
“Oh, aye? Sure and by all the saints, ‘twas a thrashing well-deserved, boyo!”
Jamie handed off the rest of the food and sank down next to Zoe, eyeing his tiny cup of beer dejectedly. “Why isn’t this whiskey? That’d make hanging out with all y’all more bearable.”
“No one forced ya to come along, ya know?” Neil muttered around a mouthful of hot dog bun.
“You invited me, beantown!”
“To be polite!”
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Jamie downed his beer in one gulp. “You’re an ass, beantown.”
“Shut up, hick.”
“Bring it!”
Mamoru covered his face with both hands as the pair squared off, much to the amused delight of Zach and Zoe sitting between them. Finally Mamoru leaned around Neil, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Would you two please stop it?” He gave them both his best disapproving scowl, channeling Kristoff as best he could. What he wouldn’t give for the other man to be here now to hopefully keep the pair in line.
“He started it!” Neil and Jamie cried in unison, pointing at each other.
“Yes, well I’m finishing it.”
“Okay, no need to go all Thor on us. Shit.”
Mamoru heaved a sigh and settled back in his seat. Things settled down for the first few innings, the foursome all ribbing each other and calling one another nasty names that seemed to amuse them rather than anger them.
He didn’t understand.
Though Zach seemed to fit right in; he and Jamie enjoyed sniping at one another, and he could “talk trash” with Neil until “the cows come home.” Zach and Zoe together was just frightening and Mamoru didn’t want to spent too much time pondering it, though he thought the term “two peas in a pod” described them quite well.
Everything took a turn in the fifth inning when the Red Sox scored a double run off a missed ground ball by the shortstop.
“SUCK ON THIS, BITCHES!” Zach cried, high-fiving Neil. “TELL YOUR MOM TO BLOW ME!”
“HAA SKANKEES! THAT’S WHAT YA FUCKIN’ GET!”
They were both standing now, thrusting their crotches in a way that had Mamoru covering his face in mortification, while Zoe and Jamie seemed rather amused by the whole thing. However, this action did not go over well with the men sitting in front of them.
They were standing now, glaring daggers at Neil and Zach, their #2 Derek Jeter jersey and yankee ball caps showing where their loyalties were.
“Wanna say that to my fucking face!? Go home, Boston!” One particularly large man growled, his buddies jeering.
“Tell. Your. Mom. To. Blow. Me.” Zach said slowly. “Did I make that clearly enough for you to follow, I know you Yankee fans aren’t the brightest.”
“You little son of a bitch!” The man took a swing at Zach, who ducked the blow. Neil was already wailing one of the guy’s friends. The Yankee fan’s other friends started in as well, leaving Jamie no choice but retaliate, Zoe slinking to one side and cheering her friends on.
Mamoru was up and out of his seat, meaning to break up the fight before it got too carried away, but a fist -- he had no idea who threw the punch -- made contact with the side of his face and he was pulled into the growing mob of angry sports fans.
***
It was several hours later and the four males -- no one was sure where Zoe had gotten to -- along with their Yankee friends, were sitting in the police station. Mamoru had a few ice cubes pressed against his face, Neil’s split lip had finally stopped bleeding, Zach had long given up on trying to right his torn shirt, his cheek turning purple from a bruise, and Jamie’s right eye was nearly swollen shut.
However, they could all take some male pride in the fact that the Yankee fans looked even worse.
“O’Connor, Zachary,” the sergeant said, reading off a clip board. “Lynch, Neil. Ackerman, James. And Chiba, Mamoru? You are all free to go, your bail has been posted.”
“Finally!” Jamie jumped up, flipped off the Yankee fans for good measure and followed the sergeant to the front of the station. Neil and Zach copied his gesture, Mamoru shaking his head as he followed them.
“Zoe! You little shit, how could you just abandon us like that?” Jamie was saying to the blonde standing outside the ring of police desks.
“Someone needed to call Kristoff. We all know he didn’t answer your call, Tramp Stamp.”
“I feel betrayed! Speaking of Kristoff, where is that glorious bastard?! I could kiss him!” Jamie started looking around the station.
“Signing papers,” she jerked a thumb over her shoulder.
At that moment Kristoff came breezing into the room in a dark blue button-up, and pressed pants. His sunglasses were hooked on his shirt pocket in obvious haste. He scowl proved exactly how unhappy he was.
Mamoru waited for him to say something, but the telltale clack of heels on the floor broke the silence. In a moment a young woman appeared, her heels a glossy, polished black broken by bright pops of red, white, and gold, the soles red. Her black dress hugged a petite body, showing graceful curves, and long, smooth limbs. A pair of very expensive looking sunglasses covered half her face, but did nothing to hid her obvious beauty, and her sheath of raven fell down her back.
There was silence for a moment as she stepped next to Kristoff, not at all fitting with the inside of a police station, yet still seeming like she owned the place.
Jamie was openly staring at this point, mouth slightly agape. The woman pulled down her sunglasses to the end of her nose and arched a brow at him, giving him a once over before pointedly turning toward Zach.
“Making friends?” she asked, eyeing his disheveled state.
“Not my fault New Yorkers are so rude. I’m surprised you’re here.”
“Mmm, I owed Kevin a favor. I’m pretty sure you do now as well. Plus my dad would have the dignified politician version of a hissy fit.”
“Zach, my dear friend. Won’t you introduce us?” Jamie flung an arm around the blonde’s shoulders.
“No. Why would I do such a thing? I might get thrown in jail again on reckless endangerment charges.”
Jamie tried his utmost to look innocent and angelic. “I wouldn’t endanger anyone.”
“Perhaps he was referring to me,” the young woman remarked in a deceptively bland voice. “Raye Harcourt. Not completely at your service.”
“Ah, yes, hello. Jamie Ackerman, as much at your service as you’d like.” He held out his hand, which Raye eyed before turning away, dismissing him.
“Another strikeout, Tramp Stamp… when will you learn?” Zoe snorted, not hiding her laughter.
“I don’t care… I think I’m in love.”
“You’re always in love.”
“No, I’m not. I’m just hiding the pain because you won’t love me, Zoe.” He looked at her pathetically, she snorted and slugged him in the arm.
“In your fucking dreams.”
“Every night.”
At this point Raye had whisked Zach away under the disapproving gaze of the police officers, who now directed their looks on the group left. This made Kristoff even more displeased.
“Everyone. Out. Now.” He said between clenched teeth.
Zoe, Neil, and Jamie surprisingly snapped to… age old training flaring to life under their commander’s orders. Mamoru fell in line with Kristoff as they trailed behind the other three.
“What in the name of Gaia happened?” Kristoff asked.
Mamoru thought back over the entire ordeal, the ‘trash talk’, the name calling, the fighting, the arrest. He shook his head and looked up at Kristoff helplessly.
“If I knew, I would tell you.” He shrugged, stepping outside the station. They found Neil holding Jamie in a headlock, screaming at the blond to “take it back” while Zoe wheezed with laughter.
Kristoff sighed, shoulders sagging. “Why did I bail them out?” he asked before stepping forward to separate the two men.
So excuse me while I gank various characters that are not mine for nefarious purposes.
Title: Angry Sports Fans.
Rating: R for language and mild violence.
Who: RPG people, ER!Raye, LOA!Zach.
A/N: Sorry?
“BRING ME BACK ANOTHER DOG!!”
“Get it yourself.”
“But you're already goin' for a beer.”
“Bite me, Neil.” Jamie shielded his eyes from the afternoon sun, glaring at the brunette while Zoe snickered.
“No, you'd like that,” she grinned. “Bring the man a dog, and bring me a soda.”
“Can I have a pretzel?”
“Oh my god, am I your damned slave now? What the fuck? And Zach I don't even know you well enough to take orders.”
“Yes, you are, and it doesn't matter because I'm telling you to bring my good friend here a pretzel, tramp stamp.”
Jamie rolled his eyes and stood up, muttering under his breath. “Want anything Mamoru?” he asked before stepping into the aisle.
“No, thank you.”
“See, he's even polite about it!” Jamie waved a hand.
“It's Mamoru, of course he is. He probably asks Lenore if it's okay to take her bra off,” Zoe said with a wide smile.
“LA LA I CAN'T FUCKING HEAR YOU!” Jamie covered his ears and ran up the steps toward the concession stands. Mamoru managed not to blush too much.
He ignored the others and turned his focus back on the field at Yankee stadium. He had known when he'd agree to come along it would be a rowdy time, but he enjoyed baseball and it seemed like a fun afternoon.
However, he didn't understand the looks their group was receiving - while it made sense that the fans of Yankee stadium wouldn't enjoy seeing people in the opposing teams gear, the dirty looks and snide remarks directed at Neil and Zoe's friend Zach's Red Sox jerseys and hats seemed a little over the top.
Though he chalked it up to not fully understanding American culture. Neil and Zach didn't seem to care one whit.
“Alright you bastards, here's your shit!” Jamie returned, loaded down with food and drinks.
“What? No mustard!?” Zach cried indignantly when he got his pretzel. “How can I enjoy this without mustard.”
“Look here, Georgia, y'all should've asked for it. How was I supposed to know y'all wanted it?” Jamie rolled his eyes. Everyone aside from Zach knew perfectly well how he was supposed to know that.
“Oh Tramp Stamp, you're sound more and more like hick every second.”
“I am not!” Jamie drawled. Stopped and made a face, slugging Zach for good measure. “This is your fault, Georgia!”
“Ow! Not my fault you sound like a damned hick, I sound like a southern Gentleman.”
“Yeah, right,” Jamie grumbled. “You sound like one of those assholes who jumped me at Mackenzie’s bar. Much like your buddy over there.”
“Oh, aye? Sure and by all the saints, ‘twas a thrashing well-deserved, boyo!”
Jamie handed off the rest of the food and sank down next to Zoe, eyeing his tiny cup of beer dejectedly. “Why isn’t this whiskey? That’d make hanging out with all y’all more bearable.”
“No one forced ya to come along, ya know?” Neil muttered around a mouthful of hot dog bun.
“You invited me, beantown!”
“To be polite!”
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Jamie downed his beer in one gulp. “You’re an ass, beantown.”
“Shut up, hick.”
“Bring it!”
Mamoru covered his face with both hands as the pair squared off, much to the amused delight of Zach and Zoe sitting between them. Finally Mamoru leaned around Neil, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Would you two please stop it?” He gave them both his best disapproving scowl, channeling Kristoff as best he could. What he wouldn’t give for the other man to be here now to hopefully keep the pair in line.
“He started it!” Neil and Jamie cried in unison, pointing at each other.
“Yes, well I’m finishing it.”
“Okay, no need to go all Thor on us. Shit.”
Mamoru heaved a sigh and settled back in his seat. Things settled down for the first few innings, the foursome all ribbing each other and calling one another nasty names that seemed to amuse them rather than anger them.
He didn’t understand.
Though Zach seemed to fit right in; he and Jamie enjoyed sniping at one another, and he could “talk trash” with Neil until “the cows come home.” Zach and Zoe together was just frightening and Mamoru didn’t want to spent too much time pondering it, though he thought the term “two peas in a pod” described them quite well.
Everything took a turn in the fifth inning when the Red Sox scored a double run off a missed ground ball by the shortstop.
“SUCK ON THIS, BITCHES!” Zach cried, high-fiving Neil. “TELL YOUR MOM TO BLOW ME!”
“HAA SKANKEES! THAT’S WHAT YA FUCKIN’ GET!”
They were both standing now, thrusting their crotches in a way that had Mamoru covering his face in mortification, while Zoe and Jamie seemed rather amused by the whole thing. However, this action did not go over well with the men sitting in front of them.
They were standing now, glaring daggers at Neil and Zach, their #2 Derek Jeter jersey and yankee ball caps showing where their loyalties were.
“Wanna say that to my fucking face!? Go home, Boston!” One particularly large man growled, his buddies jeering.
“Tell. Your. Mom. To. Blow. Me.” Zach said slowly. “Did I make that clearly enough for you to follow, I know you Yankee fans aren’t the brightest.”
“You little son of a bitch!” The man took a swing at Zach, who ducked the blow. Neil was already wailing one of the guy’s friends. The Yankee fan’s other friends started in as well, leaving Jamie no choice but retaliate, Zoe slinking to one side and cheering her friends on.
Mamoru was up and out of his seat, meaning to break up the fight before it got too carried away, but a fist -- he had no idea who threw the punch -- made contact with the side of his face and he was pulled into the growing mob of angry sports fans.
***
It was several hours later and the four males -- no one was sure where Zoe had gotten to -- along with their Yankee friends, were sitting in the police station. Mamoru had a few ice cubes pressed against his face, Neil’s split lip had finally stopped bleeding, Zach had long given up on trying to right his torn shirt, his cheek turning purple from a bruise, and Jamie’s right eye was nearly swollen shut.
However, they could all take some male pride in the fact that the Yankee fans looked even worse.
“O’Connor, Zachary,” the sergeant said, reading off a clip board. “Lynch, Neil. Ackerman, James. And Chiba, Mamoru? You are all free to go, your bail has been posted.”
“Finally!” Jamie jumped up, flipped off the Yankee fans for good measure and followed the sergeant to the front of the station. Neil and Zach copied his gesture, Mamoru shaking his head as he followed them.
“Zoe! You little shit, how could you just abandon us like that?” Jamie was saying to the blonde standing outside the ring of police desks.
“Someone needed to call Kristoff. We all know he didn’t answer your call, Tramp Stamp.”
“I feel betrayed! Speaking of Kristoff, where is that glorious bastard?! I could kiss him!” Jamie started looking around the station.
“Signing papers,” she jerked a thumb over her shoulder.
At that moment Kristoff came breezing into the room in a dark blue button-up, and pressed pants. His sunglasses were hooked on his shirt pocket in obvious haste. He scowl proved exactly how unhappy he was.
Mamoru waited for him to say something, but the telltale clack of heels on the floor broke the silence. In a moment a young woman appeared, her heels a glossy, polished black broken by bright pops of red, white, and gold, the soles red. Her black dress hugged a petite body, showing graceful curves, and long, smooth limbs. A pair of very expensive looking sunglasses covered half her face, but did nothing to hid her obvious beauty, and her sheath of raven fell down her back.
There was silence for a moment as she stepped next to Kristoff, not at all fitting with the inside of a police station, yet still seeming like she owned the place.
Jamie was openly staring at this point, mouth slightly agape. The woman pulled down her sunglasses to the end of her nose and arched a brow at him, giving him a once over before pointedly turning toward Zach.
“Making friends?” she asked, eyeing his disheveled state.
“Not my fault New Yorkers are so rude. I’m surprised you’re here.”
“Mmm, I owed Kevin a favor. I’m pretty sure you do now as well. Plus my dad would have the dignified politician version of a hissy fit.”
“Zach, my dear friend. Won’t you introduce us?” Jamie flung an arm around the blonde’s shoulders.
“No. Why would I do such a thing? I might get thrown in jail again on reckless endangerment charges.”
Jamie tried his utmost to look innocent and angelic. “I wouldn’t endanger anyone.”
“Perhaps he was referring to me,” the young woman remarked in a deceptively bland voice. “Raye Harcourt. Not completely at your service.”
“Ah, yes, hello. Jamie Ackerman, as much at your service as you’d like.” He held out his hand, which Raye eyed before turning away, dismissing him.
“Another strikeout, Tramp Stamp… when will you learn?” Zoe snorted, not hiding her laughter.
“I don’t care… I think I’m in love.”
“You’re always in love.”
“No, I’m not. I’m just hiding the pain because you won’t love me, Zoe.” He looked at her pathetically, she snorted and slugged him in the arm.
“In your fucking dreams.”
“Every night.”
At this point Raye had whisked Zach away under the disapproving gaze of the police officers, who now directed their looks on the group left. This made Kristoff even more displeased.
“Everyone. Out. Now.” He said between clenched teeth.
Zoe, Neil, and Jamie surprisingly snapped to… age old training flaring to life under their commander’s orders. Mamoru fell in line with Kristoff as they trailed behind the other three.
“What in the name of Gaia happened?” Kristoff asked.
Mamoru thought back over the entire ordeal, the ‘trash talk’, the name calling, the fighting, the arrest. He shook his head and looked up at Kristoff helplessly.
“If I knew, I would tell you.” He shrugged, stepping outside the station. They found Neil holding Jamie in a headlock, screaming at the blond to “take it back” while Zoe wheezed with laughter.
Kristoff sighed, shoulders sagging. “Why did I bail them out?” he asked before stepping forward to separate the two men.