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[awesome_captain]

Not having to play games with distractions like wind gusts or the smell of great food made this baseball game a little easier compared to the last. Well, sort of -- no matter what was going on, it was hard for Devon to find any faults when he was having fun playing a sport he loved. It helped that his team won, for once. Sure, winning wasn't

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[psych_out]

The winning was great and all, but Shawn couldn't deny that it lack a certain something. A group of somethings, actually, in short skirts and pompoms and synchronized shouting. And it wasn't even just for the eye-candy factor; cheerleaders were a lot more than that. In fact, they were probably the only reason Shawn knew how to spell victory at all.

He didn't have a short skirt, and when Shawn wandered off the field, two fists of foliage from a nearby bush made up his makeshift pompoms. His arm flailings looked a bit more like semaphore than anything else, and he shimmied a little as he chanted: "V. V-I. V-I-C-T-O-R-Y! Hold the V, dot the I, rock that C-T-O-R-Y!"

He drew the line at attempting a split.

[vvdanicavv]

Danica wasn't even sure why she was here - lack of anything better to do, boredom, a sudden urge to watch people lose and hope that they weep uncontrollably. Not that she knew who'd won or lost or gave a fuck either way.

She forcibly looked away when Shawn caught her attention, raising a hand to shield her eyes and moving a few steps further away, lest anyone think they knew each other.

"Oh my God. Could you be any more retarded?" Easy question. He could not.

[psych_out]

"You want to show me how it's done?" Shawn asked, rattling the pompoms in her direction. Miss Queen of the Damned didn't ever really strike him as the cheery type, but maybe she'd surprise him.

That, or she'd stuff the pompoms down his throat. Who could tell?

[vvdanicavv]

Far better that it wasn't done at all in Danica's opinion.

"I'm busy," she replied, still standing there, shoulders turned away from him. Sure, to an outsider it probably looked like she wasn't doing anything at all but she knew differently. Pretending she didn't know him was an important job and couldn't be put off for anything, let alone cheerleading.

[psych_out]

"But you're just standing there...," Shawn graciously pointed out the obvious, dropping his hands to his sides but still gently swishing the leaves in his hands.

"Oh, I know! How about you pretend the pompoms are the necks of two people you want to strangle. Does that help?" It could never be said that Shawn didn't know his audience.

[vvdanicavv]

"How about you get me the necks of two people I want to strangle and then we can talk," Danica replied, twisting around briefly to give him a look.

[psych_out]

"Wouldn't you prefer to practice first? It makes perfect." Not that Shawn really doubted her... strangling skills.

[vvdanicavv]

Shawn had a point. A dumb one.

"Only if you're offering your neck to practice with." Now that, Danica really could strangle. Come to think of it, she had no idea why she hadn't done so already.

[psych_out]

At that, Shawn hiked his shoulders up and lowered his neck. If she didn't see it, maybe it would be less tempting. "That's what the pompoms are for. You're missing the point of the exercise completely!"