Just to cheer up the boys she knew, she made the gang sing this song

[mockingbirdie]

WHO: Bobbi Morse and OPEN TO EVERYONE!
WHERE: Citi Field
WHEN: Around 7pm Friday night and onward
WARNINGS: None, I hope
SUMMARY: Watching a baseball game! Eating hot dogs! Heckling! ... Root, root root for the home team?  The Mets are playing an interleague game against the Yankees and everyone is invited to watch.
FORMAT: Whatever you like. Each

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SIXTH INNING

[mockingbirdie]

[askedtobe]

[ Peter had stalled his consumption of beer at this point, only just remembering that he could no longer heal, therefore he could actually get drunk.

But still, there was baseball to be watched, and he was fairly obviously rooting on the Met's at this point. He couldn't remember the last time he'd even gotten to sit through an entire game, and damn it if he wasn't going to make the most of this. ]

SEVENTH INNING

[mockingbirdie]

[DON'T FORGET TO SING ALONG!]

(open to freaking anyone)

[electrouble]

[ Maxwell "Electro" Dillon had situated himself in an unsold seat near the front; perhaps he hadn't paid, but it was easy to disappear whenever an usher came by.

When everyone else was stretching he leaned back, feet on the railing, peering at the crowd over his sunglasses. Those and his hat were a, well, passable disguise if you ignored the giant tattoo on his face. He bit into his hotdog. ]

[electrouble]

Don't be a tool. [ He takes a bigger bite, just to spite Parker. ] If we're at a baseball game I'm eating as much real hot dogs as I can. You know they don't got this shit anywhere else.

EIGHTH INNING

[mockingbirdie]

open to all!

[mockingbirdie]

[Seriously, how is this game not over yet? Bobbi is a bit buzzed at this point, and she's flagging down a beer-jockey for yet another. Because, let's face it: as much as one can love baseball, it can get rather tedious at times. Beer is the best solution to this mess.]

NINTH INNING

[mockingbirdie]