Today's Thanksgiving. First Thanksgiving I haven't spent in Vegas. Ever, y'know? I mean, I even went to college in Vegas. UNLV all the way, man
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Most of what he'd done today was cook. Thanksgiving preparation always took most of the day before the dinner. It was a refreshing familiarity--even through he was fairly certain there were no turkeys to be found on the island.
He was on break, when he saw the small group with the football. He was fairly certain if there'd been an actual game, he'd have heard about it--or had more practices. As such, clearly this was an impromptu event.
He gave a small smile, wandering into the field. Whether or not they had room for more, it would be fun to watch.
"Yo, Mitchell, look alive!" I call, pump-faking his direction when I see him hit the field. I don't actually know the guy, but you can't play football with a man and not know his name at least.
He recognized the guy vaguely from the few practices they'd actually had as a team. The guy's name was Brown, if he recalled correctly, but it wasn't really a pressing need to know just now.
He nodded in acknowledgment of the man. "What's the score?"
Whether or not there were strictly full teams, or even solid positions, he highly doubted there was a lack of a score.
Competitive. Gotta like that in a teammate, but it's Thanksgiving and we're barely fielding a half-team yet.
I raise both my eyebrows and give him the head back whatchoo talkin' 'bout Willace? before I grin and flip the ball his way. "Hell if I know, man. Coraline's run down the field so damned many times I don't think I can count that high."
Maybe it was only in his own experience, but you didn't always need a full team to play a game. Or even half of one. This one in particular seemed to lack much more structure than 'grab ball, throw, run'.
I look around then shrug. "Looks like the fine lady over there's looking to form up teams. Something about a bet she doesn't want to lose."
On impulse, I stick out my hand. "Team starts with two, right? So, now we got one." Cheek quirking with a grin, I add, "We always used to play in the streets back home. Seemed like something to do, way to make it feel like Thanksgiving, y'know?"
He glanced in the direction of the woman--and that backward notion barely registered under all the bizarre crap that happened on the island regularly--before nodding, and taking the offered hand.
"Yeah...the kids all gathered in the field to get outta Grandma's way during the afternoon." Where 'kids' was defined as anyone who couldn't keep up with hers and his mother's furious Thanksgiving cooking. Generally, if you didn't know Mitchell family baking jargon, sooner or later you found yourself out on the field whether you liked it or not.
The thought brought an amused smile as he glanced over the field. "Guess some things don't change no matter where you go."
"Awww, yeah, y'know," I say, emphasis falling hard at the end, ducking my head a little and bobbing it kinda slow. A'ight, I'm pretty sure Mr. White Midwestern's Thanksgiving didn't include getting hassled by the Law, but it's Thanksgiving, y'know? No cause for making trouble about nothing, 'specially since some things are the same.
"Guess we can be thankful the island's not piping in Christmas music starting today."
He was on break, when he saw the small group with the football. He was fairly certain if there'd been an actual game, he'd have heard about it--or had more practices. As such, clearly this was an impromptu event.
He gave a small smile, wandering into the field. Whether or not they had room for more, it would be fun to watch.
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He nodded in acknowledgment of the man. "What's the score?"
Whether or not there were strictly full teams, or even solid positions, he highly doubted there was a lack of a score.
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I raise both my eyebrows and give him the head back whatchoo talkin' 'bout Willace? before I grin and flip the ball his way. "Hell if I know, man. Coraline's run down the field so damned many times I don't think I can count that high."
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He could go with that.
"Teams?"
Wasn't anything wrong with being sure, at least.
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On impulse, I stick out my hand. "Team starts with two, right? So, now we got one." Cheek quirking with a grin, I add, "We always used to play in the streets back home. Seemed like something to do, way to make it feel like Thanksgiving, y'know?"
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"Yeah...the kids all gathered in the field to get outta Grandma's way during the afternoon." Where 'kids' was defined as anyone who couldn't keep up with hers and his mother's furious Thanksgiving cooking. Generally, if you didn't know Mitchell family baking jargon, sooner or later you found yourself out on the field whether you liked it or not.
The thought brought an amused smile as he glanced over the field. "Guess some things don't change no matter where you go."
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"Guess we can be thankful the island's not piping in Christmas music starting today."
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