football fun for everyone

[alaspoorwarrick]

Today's Thanksgiving. First Thanksgiving I haven't spent in Vegas. Ever, y'know? I mean, I even went to college in Vegas. UNLV all the way, man

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[theunascended]

Daniel wasn't entirely sure what he was doing here, but first he'd seen the person from the speeches, the one who'd talked about the Cloisters, and then he'd seen Mitchell, and after that, it was pretty much a given that he was going to stay. Stay and root people on, of course. He was reasonably sure that he hadn't played a game of football since high school.

So he stopped found a place to sit somewhere out of the way.

Occasionally, when it looked like someone was about to score, he let out a sharp yell or whistle.

[misformutant]

"Can you see without them?" Monet asks, not giving a rats arse about personal space as she placed her hands on the side of his face and took off his glasses. "Yes? No? I'm sorry if my magnificent presence has made you dumbstruck but I need an answer now. We're seven points down and I don't intend on losing."

[theunascended]

Daniel's lips quirked up a little and he shook his head. "Not if you want me to hit the broad side of a barn. I can see about six inches in front of my face without my glasses." Daniel took her hands in his and carefully put his glasses back on. "But if you're asking me to play, I can do it with the glasses."

Never mind that he hadn't played it in years.

"But if you're going to demand that I play, I demand a name."

[misformutant]

"Not really all I want you to do is evade that little creature over there," Monet said pointing towards the blonde girl who was cartwheeling with glee at having made a touchdown. "She's the enemy. Don't be fooled by her demeanour, I actually think she's possibly the devil incarnate."

Monet looked over sharpish when the kid tumbled, heart stopping for a moment before she got up with an eager smile. Not that she cared or anything at all. "Monet St. Croix but you can call me M."

[elflordmcgee]

Hadn't Tony once forced him to do this? Tim wasn't sure anymore. One sport blended into another, really. It could have been this or baseball or basketball, but it had been some sport. So, when he saw a bunch of people gathered around on Thanksgiving, he stopped to take a look.

He didn't really have intention on playing, but he could at least play cheerleader.

He could hear Tony's phantom comments to that in his head and it made him smile.

[misformutant]

"I'm sorry, did you forget your skirt?" Monet asked dryly at the guy stood on the sidelines. That wasn't going to work with her. That blonde kid-Caroline- was kicking their collective asses and there was no way Dick was going to beat her. So if it meant resorting to slim, or rather not so slim, pickings then she was going to take it. "Because this isn't a cheering contest, this is War. Now get your ass up, you're on my team."

[elflordmcgee]

"Did I what?" Tim stared at her for a moment and shook his head. Right. And then he realized what else she'd said and he stared at her again. "Your...team?" He knew how to play. Sort of. He'd seen it played on television a few times and he'd played it very briefly in high school as part of gym, bu that had been too many years to count ago.

"I...haven't really...played recently. I was just here to watch."

[misformutant]

"Yes I can see that," Monet said looking at his body critically before rolling her eyes. She'd take what she could get and at least he wasn't the blob. He was okay if a little rounded at the edges and surely he could take on an eleven year old girl. "It's easy, someone will throw the ball to you and I'll make sure they won't take you down. All you've got to do is outrun an eleven year old girl. Think you can do that hot stuff?"

There might have been some sarcasm in her voice. Some. She was trying to be nice after all.

[formerfratboy]

Holidays on the island were always sort of the worst for Nick. Sure, he might not have gotten back to Texas much to spend the holidays with his family, but he at least had the option to go if he wanted to. Now, well, he was just stuck on an island with a different sort of family. Having that family around to serve as a distraction from the fact that sometimes, just sometimes, he missed the whole load of Stokses more than he let on... well, that was nice, too.

And if that family by choice rather than by blood wanted to serve as a distraction by playing some football, well, Nick was totally in.

[curiously_cora]

Once Coraline realised that the tall, slightly scary lady was gathering team members Coraline made a beeline for Nick. Taking his hand she grinned at him and tugged him impatiently onto the pitch.

"You're on my team with Mister Warrick," Coraline said making the decision even if Nick or Warrick didn't want to be on her team they were. And probably Mister Dick too.

[formerfratboy]

Before Nick really knew what was going on, Coraline was tugging at his sleeve. She was adorable, in that precocious kid sort of way, which kind of endeared her to Nick immediately.

"Well, sure thing then," Nick said with a grin, letting her drag him out to play. "Are you going to be the captain?"

[alaspoorwarrick]

I see Nick and that knot in my chest loosens. It's no thing, him having dinner with Karen and their friends. Back home we wouldn't be eating together, unless I dragged his happy ass down to the hood. But it's good to see him anyway, y'know? He's the closest thing to family I got left, him and Cath, and Sara and Griss.

Instead a talking, I toss the ball right at the numbers - a'ight, where the numbers would be if the boy was wearing a jersey instead of another one of them damned Hawaiian shirts. Let's see if my boy Nicky's gone soft.

[curiousreporter]

Chloe had been keeping pretty good track of the days, so she knew it was Thanksgiving, but it didn't really feel like the holiday until she spotted the people tossing around a football. Sometimes, she was still amazed by the ways people found to bring pieces of home to here, and she was grateful to be able to witness this one.

She found a spot off to the side to sit and watch, ready to cheer on...well, everyone. She wasn't going to pick a side until she had a good reason.

[cantstopmoving]

Dick hasn't seen her since Halloween. Maybe she's a holiday figment, like a Christmas and Easter Christian. Only not. At all. His quips are getting rusty without monologuing bad guys to practice on.

Things are starting to heat up and there are enough players that he can take a break. He trots over to the side and drops down beside her. "Chloe, right? Happy Thanksgiving."