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The Battle of Nuremberg

Feb 07, 2011 00:11

Who: Willem and Afonso
When: Sunday, February 06, during the superbowl
Where: The Winchester
What: A Dutch bartender and a Portuguese journalist commiserate over a distaste for American sports.

( Sadly, things go downhill from there. )

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Translations are all mouseover'd :'D foundtheindies February 7 2011, 15:18:12 UTC

Sitting at the bar was one exhausted Afonso Silva, his chin in his hand and a glass of wine in front of him. It had been a long, difficult day today--moving, visiting Antonio, working--and he felt like this was the first chance he'd had to properly sit down and relax.

If it wasn't for all of the screaming Americans in the room, that was. "Pelo amor de Deus..."

Looking up at the tv and squinting, he sipped from his wine and looked at the bartender, a man around his age. "I didn't realize standing still for long periods of time counted as a sport. I am sorely undereducated in American sports; this is the...Super Bowl?"

American football. Ugh.

oranje_windmill February 8 2011, 07:10:52 UTC

Willem eyed the man who had spoken as he grabbed a glass and began building a Guinness.

“It is in America, apparently. Although I will never understand the popularity.”

He finished the Guinness and passed it and a bottle of Samuel Adams into waiting hands, taking money in return.

“Moves way too slow."

foundtheindies February 8 2011, 19:16:16 UTC

"It's probably because they need time to get up and get snacks." Afonso snorted, sipping from his wine and watching the screen idly. "It's a shame, really! I'm sure my football players from home could run them up and down the field, and without any pads. They don't even use their feet! I'm glad someone here understands me."

oranje_windmill February 8 2011, 20:23:30 UTC

Since Willem had started working at the Winchester, he had been considered the person who “really understood them” by at least 15 people. Although if he was reading the man right, this one had a point.

“By your players I’m assuming you mean those who play real football.”

He turned to face a man who leaned against the bar near them.

“And before you say soccer remember I have final say on when you’ve had enough.”

His serious tone was belied by the slight smirk on his lips. The man took no offense, merely chuckling over what was obviously a long standing joke as he accepted a pitcher from Willem and made his way back to his friend’s table.

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