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Wednesday After Classes, The Gym -- Cheerleading Practice

Savannah was a little more somber than usual as she got to the Gym and set up for practice. She pulled out the mats and made sure they were perfectly aligned. After doing that, she set up a table for the refreshments and then a table with the sign in sheet and the music.

The gym was alive with the sounds of techno as Savannah started stretching out.

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Cheerfully... or something

Because we don't want to hurt ourselves.

We have awesome moves, right?

No, banging each others heads together is so not business.

Really.

Okay, maybe.

Wait for him to ping in.

Because there are always oglers and supporters.

Did I forget anything?

Savannah Levine

Hannibal King

The only reason Hannibal was here was because, if he wasn't, people would know he was hiding and he wasn't about to be thought a wimp. So, hangover or not (dark sunglasses included), he was there, trying to keep his distance for the most part. He thought the sunglasses disguised him.

Maybe he'd get an attack of courage or sanity today. He hoped so.

Edited 2009-03-04 15:12 (UTC)

Chad.

Edited 2009-03-04 15:15 (UTC)

Johnny was seated on a bleacher and if he was perhaps ~~glaring~~ staring at a certain individual, well, it wasn't his wife.

He'd been getting stared at enough that it was easy to realize it was happening again. He turned and stared right back at Johnny, a question clearly in his eyes.

Johnny wasted no time; he jutted his chin upwards, indicating he'd like a word with him.

Angela Montenegro

Hannibal rolled his eyes but stalked towards the bleachers. "What? A blind person could feel you giving them the stink eye."

Tempted as Angela was to continue her pattern of avoidance, she was in fact here, stretching down on the mats and pretending that she was just fine, thank you.

Shut up, she could too fake that.

Edited 2009-03-04 15:33 (UTC)

Savannah was kneeling on the mat and stretching backwards in a back bend. It was actually pretty comfortable like this. Yay for Yoga plus cheerleading.

"Good. I didn't have to shout," he said. "What's with hurting the wife's feelings?"

A beat.

"That would be Savannah, in case you didn't have a clue."

"What?" Hannibal asked, rapidly wishing he had a time machine that he could use to go back and fix this thing. "I wasn't aware I had hurt her feelings. She threw something at my head."

Savannah happened to turn to the bleachers and when she saw Johnny and Hannibal, she had to resist the urge to hide her face in her hands and groan.

She hoped Johnny realized that she would be really upset if he torched her friend -- even if he was being an ass.

He smirked. "She told me you hurt her feelings and I'm guessing if you're unaware of that fact, then you must be a real dick."

"I'm guessing you're gonna wanna watch you're saying," Hannibal said, glaring at Johnny now. "Don't call me names when you don't even know me."

"Is that right?" he asked, meeting Hannibal's glare with a mixture of part challenge, part amusement. "I don't have to know you to know it takes a real dick to hurt a girls feelings."

"Do you seriously want to get into it right here?" Hannibal asked, pissy mood coming to the forefront. "I'm perfectly fine with that. You weren't there, Junior, you don't know what happened."

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Wednesday After Classes, The Gym -- Cheerleading Practice

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