Second floor common room

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders stakes out the TV section of the common room and turns on ESPN Classic. He's overjoyed to discover that they're currently running Game 1 of the 1988 World Series, and he's just in time for it to get exciting. Bottom of the sixth with one out: it's Oakland 4, L.A. 2, with Marshall at second and Shelby at first, Scioscia at the plate.

He parks himself in front of the TV and starts doing crunches while he watches. By the time Kirk Gibson comes on to pinch-hit in the bottom of the ninth, he's completely forgotten the crunches. And when Gibson hits Eckersley's pitch into the Dodger Stadium bleachers, he's practically doing backflips with excitement.

It's not that he has any idea who these people are, or cares one way or another about any of the teams. He's just discovered that he really, really likes baseball.

Comments

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

The toaster thing? Totally not. my. fault.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*raises an eyebrow, amused*

Is there something I should know here?

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Toasters die horrible, horrible deaths when I use them.

It's happened more than once.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Oh. Um. Does that mean if you ever want toast for breakfast, I gotta make it?

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

That's exactly what it means. And I really like toast, so, I hope you're ready for that responsibility ::laugh::

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Well, frak me. I could've gotten a toaster while I was in town this afternoon. I guess I can go get one tomorrow, huh?

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it can wait.

As for frakking you, well, we'll see how the night goes. ::laughs::

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*chokes on an M&M*

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::pats Anders on the back::

I'm gonna accidently kill you someday, aren't I?

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*coughs weakly* I'd kinda like it if you didn't.

*sneaks in a kiss*

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::kisses back::

Yeah, well, it's not like I'm trying or anything. ::smiles::

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*gets distracted by a green light bouncing down the hallway (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/192752.html)*

What the frak? Be right back, okay?

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Back, sorry. Bridge was out there playing this funky lightball game. *shakes his head* He's a cool guy, but man. Space case sometimes. Last time it was a robot dog.

*looks around* Seems like everything's winding down . . . what do you want to do?

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::shrugs:: I'm not really tired, but, I'm okay with whatever, I guess.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

You wanna just hang out here for a little while? Curl up on the couch and watch some TV? Go find people to hang out with or something?

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Curling up on the couch sounds good to me. ::smiles::

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Sounds good to me too. C'mon. *flops onto the couch and grins expectantly*

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::grins, and lies down on the couch, resting her shoulders and head on Anders' lap::

This comfortable for you?

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Works for me. You sure you're comfy that way?

*tickles Cally's stomach*

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::squeals and starts tickling Anders' stomach, since it's right there in front of her face::

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! *flails, and nearly knocks Cally over onto the floor*

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Ack. ::grabs hold of Anders tightly, as to not fall down::

Careful, dork. ::grin::

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Who're you calling a dork? *starts playing with Cally's hair*

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Nobody in particular. ::smiles as Anders plays with her hair::

So... ::kicks off her shoes over the end of the couch:: We gonna work on that Pyramid court?

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I've got plans (http://www.dyqatt.com/images/pcourtschematic.png) all drawn up and everything. *shows them to her*

We just have to actually get the pieces together and stuff. Shep said he'd help work on it. I think he might be interested in playing, too. And that lightball game of Bridge's . . . that could actually be really useful as a practice exercise.

*grins and leans over to kiss Cally on the nose*