Pyramid Court, Friday Afternoon (After the Fashion Show)

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Owing to various . . . well, distractions, you could say, Anders hadn't actually hit the Pyramid court in about a week, and the guilt was finally kicking in. Besides, he'd told Parker they'd play today.

So here he was, balls and bag of protective gear laid out along the sidelines, doing his warmup stretches. A couple of hours of this would get his mind off of possible impending doom.

. . . yeah.

[OOC: Mainly for mparker17, but very much open if you'd like to watch or join in not dirty. Interaction from me will be very slow until about 8:45 PM EST, and full speed ahead after that.]

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker changed clothes after the fashion show, and showed up in workout clothes. "Looks official. How're you doing?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Pretty damn good, actually," Anders replied as he leaned against one of the court panels to stretch his hamstrings. "What's new in the life of Parker since the last time we talked?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Egregious amusement at the fashion show, Zack-torment as scheduled, new ideas for newbie-torment, and I got a package (http://mparker17.livejournal.com/55658.html?view=1239402#t1239402) to pick up. Which is weird, it's not my birthday or anything." Parker stretched out her legs, leaning forward, then standing out to shake out her hands. "The fashion show was hysterical. Even if someone did photograph me falling on my face."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Hey, nothing wrong with non-birthday packages. My stuff gets held up in the mail all the time because of the weird dimension issues." Anders finished off with a few quick jumping jacks and grabbed the ball.

"The fashion show was something else all right," he grinned. "Speaking of which, it was nice knowing you, Parker. Make sure someone takes care of my goldfish?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Definitely." Parker got into a ready position, then quirked an eyebrow at him. "What did you do that you're dying soon, Daisy?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders coughed as he set the ball down for faceoff. "Um. You thought Bel signed himself up for that show?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker's eyes widened. "Oh, you didn't. You didn't!"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Like I said," Anders replied with a tiny, crooked grin, "it was nice knowing you."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Dumbkoff. Throw the ball, maybe we can figure out a way to save your life while we play." Parker bent over. "One...."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Two . . ." Anders shifted his weight to the balls of his feet. "It'll so be worth it, though."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"It was. Heheheheh. Three!" Parker leaped for the ball, eyes glinting.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders was caught up in another moment of amusement at Bel's expense, and therefore a fraction of a second too late to beat her to the ball. Quickly, he scampered back on defense and tried to get between her and the goal.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Bounce, hit, bounce, and Parker had gotten to one of the safety zones. Not one close enough to shoot for a goal, though. She narrowed her eyes at Anders, and grinned. "So. You think he'll flambe you, or do a slow roast? And would doing something really nice for Phoebe save your life, or not?"

She threw the ball away from her, in order to keep Anders from getting possession, then chased after it.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"There's probably a rotisserie in my near future. I wouldn't scream enough otherwise." Anders darted after her and tried to cut her off and intercept the ball.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Any chance at all he *won't* find out?" Parker asked, body-checking him in order to dive and roll upward with the ball in her arms.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I trust Walter not to say anything," Anders said, going in for an attempted shoulder-tackle. "Not so sure about the Bly kid, though. He says he won't, but I don't really know him, so . . ."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Daisy! How many people did you tell? Jeez!" Parker fended him off for a moment, but the exasperation caused her to lose focus, and her grip on the ball. "Crap!"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Just them! That was it!" blurted Anders, not flailing enough to miss out on a chance to snag the ball, throw it hard against a rebound board, and lunge to retrieve it on the bounce.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Well, keep it that way," Parker panted, running to catch up with him, and blocking an attempt to catch the rebound. Grabbing the ball, she bounced it and ran to the next safety zone, and *had* to try for a basket. Teeter, totter, and score.

"Yes!"

Those victory dances cost when you're not playing football.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'm going to be holed up in my room the rest of the night, I think." Anders snagged the ball and took it back to center court. "Not that he couldn't, you know, shimmer in . . . I'm so frakked."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Aside from the sheer entertainment value-- which is more than enough reason-- *why* did you risk your life like that?" Parker shot after him, getting in his way, weaving and dodging.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders spun, tried to fake to the left and then dart to the right, and shook his head in frustration. "Some misguided attempt to get him back for teasing me so much about Conner, I guess? One of these days I might learn to think. If I live."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"No, that's fair. Revenge, you get a B+. Sneakiness? You flunk, if three people more than you already know." She shook her head, and made stab at grabbing the ball, not managing to get more than her fingertips on it.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"And this," Anders said, winging a shot toward the goal and watching it rattle in, "is why I'll never be cut out for any kind of stealth work ever."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Got that right," Parker said, catching the rebound. "Good thing you've got other talents. Soooo. Maybe if I offer to *not* send those photos to Angel, he wont kill you?" She went bounding down the court, bounced the ball off one rebound wall, tripped, and had to correct, thus losing track of where the ball went.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders doubled over laughing and forgot to go after the ball. "No, Angel seeing those pictures will definitely be worth my death."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker shook her finger at him, snickering. "Death Wish Anders, now stepping onto the court. He feints. He faints! And then he lets himself get body-slammed--" Parker suited the action to the word, trying to get past him to make another goal.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Except he totally doesn't!" Anders sidestepped at the last second, darting a hand in to try and swat the ball away. "You'd be a hell of an announcer, though, Parker."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Back-up career option, definitely." Anders is tall enough and good enough that Parker loses control of the ball, pouts, and pounds down the court after him. "I'll say really nice things about you at the funeral!"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"You'd better not bring the naked lampshade thing into it!" Anders yelled back over his shoulder as he took a shot and missed, only to have the ball roll right back toward him.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Oh, come on! That was classic!" Parker tried for the ball, and had to follow Anders back to center court. "And it will say things about your baking skills, and handcuffs, and your skill as a Pyramid player and writer--" She spun in front of him, trying to catch him off-guard, and grinned. "And lover!"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders dropped the ball. "Parker, you wouldn't!!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker dove for the ball, ran three paces, shot and scored. "YES!" She did her victory dance again, then bounced in front of him. "No! I wouldn't. Scared you though, didn't I?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders sighed indulgently and brought the ball back to center court. "Very effective technique. I have to give you that," he told her. "Not that I think it'll work as well for anyone else. You, on the other hand, have a psychological advantage."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I know too much?" Parker grinned at him, getting ready for the next tip-off.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"You have way too much ammo to use against me." Anders rolled the ball around beneath his fingertips and set up for the faceoff. "But I don't mind, from you. Pictures in the hallways and all, I don't really mind."

He tried the shoulder fake and hoped it threw her off enough to let him snag the ball before she realized it.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Not likely. "Awwwww. That is so cool of you." Parker dodged, and ducked, and lunged forward, bouncing the ball off a rebound surface. "I'll put that in the eulogy too!"