527, Thursday Evening

[mrodneymckay]

Standing outside John's room, Rodney balanced his chess set and an armful of snacks so he could knock on the door. It had been a handwavy amount of time since they had last played and he knew that John was having something of a rough week from the radio

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[missed_the_gate]

John tossed the datapad he'd been working on in the general direction of his desk before opening the door. He was glad for the interruption.

Seeing Rodney with the chess board, he smiled. "Looking to get your ass kicked?"

[mrodneymckay]

Rodney rolled his eyes as he pushed his way past John and into the room. "When are you going to accept the fact that that is never going to happen?" He was choosing to ignore the fact that John had, on occasion, beaten him before. He put the board and snacks on the table and opened a bag of chips.

[missed_the_gate]

"Make yourself at home, Rodney," John said, mostly to himself as he closed the door and took a seat on the sofa.

"I'm almost surprised you brought snacks," John said, stealing a chip. "I didn't peg you for the sharing sort."

[mrodneymckay]

Rodney snorted. "Who said anything about sharing?" He stuffed a chip in his mouth for emphasis.