(Untitled)

[goingclubbing]

Characters: Casey and Raph
Where: Deck 12
What? Casey found Hockey equipment. Hilarity ensues?
Rating: PG-13 for language

[Casey has a good set-up going, if he does say so himself. There's a suitcase set up down the hall of Deck 12, wedged solidly between more trunks, and Casey is smacking an assortment of items into it using the one, lone hockey

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[betterthanleo]

[Raphael is sitting back on a suitcase, legs crossed lazily and hands behind his head, watching him as he chews on a stick of gum.]

If by "got it" you mean you can bat a buncha junk around with a glorified golf club, then yeah, sure.

[goingclubbing]

[Casey glares at him pointedly.]

Why don't you take a whack at it, then, huh?

[Aaaand he begins setting up his rubber ducky and the others again.]

It's a lot harder than hittin' a puck-- puck's made for this stuff. This stuff gives some resistance. Strength trainin', Raph.

[betterthanleo]

I'm already strong. I don't need trainin' like you do, booger-head.

[He grins and throws at him some random object he plucks from the ground at his side - it's an old squarish cell phone from the 80's. Raph's just teasing you, Casey.]

[goingclubbing]

Jeez!

[Casey swats at the phone with the stick, missing entirely.]

Yeah, but I bet your aim sucks.