2nd Floor Common Room - Friday Evening

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

So there was officially a hockey team at Fandom now.  Which meant that George figured he probably ought to watch more hockey.  Or more than jus' the games wit' the Red Wings playin'.  

Which would be why George had cookies and hockey on the television.  The Sabres and the Hurricanes.  He kinda like that goalie who was on the Sabres.  Ryan Miller?  Sounded like a good type a lad. 

He was also taking notes.  For - the hockey team.  Or possibly doodles about random things involving blonde girls with pretty teeth eyes.

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[icecoldfrost]

Emma was in search of her easy dinner of choice -- Pop Tarts -- and so far she'd come up empty, hence her journey all the way down to second floor.

"Cooper," she drawled, moving past him to look through the cupboards. "Is there a reason we're watching adult men try to catch a disc and punch each other?"

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"They don' catch th' puck, Emma," George told her. "They have t'hit it wit' th' stick into th'goal."

Duh.

"Wanna cookie?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Fine. Men with sticks and pucks," she replied, abandoning her search in favor of cookie-dinner.

Emma's idea of nutrition was not the best, no.

She took a seat next to him, in order to be closer to the cookies. "Thanks. What are you doing?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Since he wasn't going to get drunk tonight, Alex figured he could go be social down in the common room. When he spotted the hockey game, he made a face.

"This all you watch?" he wondered, glancing over at George.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Tis th'only thing interestin' on usually," George pointed out. "I don' like them shows about clothes an' babies."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

George looked over at Emma, raising an eyebrow. "Watchin' th' men wit' sticks and pucks."

[icecoldfrost]

"Funny. I meant why are we watching them?" she replied, rolling her eyes and stealing another cookie. "Opening the books on the rest of the season?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Aww, why not?" Alex wondered. "Don't wanna know what the fairer sex goes through? Could be a learning experience for you."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

It wasn't a bad idea...

"Mayhap," he agreed, looking very sweet. "Think I could be findin' people t'place bets? But no, there's a hockey team at Fandom now. I wanna make sure we'll be fightin' right."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Twas a girl already that one day," he replied, making a face. "I don' need t'look like Jaina ever again."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Least you got to be a hot girl, right?" Alex pointed out. "Could've been ugly and old. Take the good stuff where you can, Junior."

[icecoldfrost]

"Darling, in such a den of vice as this dorm, I'm sure there's more than a few of us that like to gamble," Emma pointed out. "...and is there ever a 'right' way to fight other than 'fight to win?'"

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Aww, 'm sorry ye had t'be ugly and old, Karev," George said, pretending to be serious. "Did ye end up all saggy?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Awww, you don't know what you're talking about," Alex said, shaking his head. "I was plenty hot, thank you. Had enough girls thinking that to make me feel fine."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"No. But if we do have refs - them men in stripes - then sometimes they'll call a penalty if ye do be kickin' a guy or punchin' him in th' back," George explained. He was totally considering the bookie gig now. "Mayhap t'would be better t'start the largest travelling a crap game in New York."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

George had to think about that for a moment. "...why would th'lasses be th'ones t'judge if ye were hot when ye were a lass?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Because they just didn't judge with words," he said, looking smug. "Demonstrations, my friend!"

[icecoldfrost]

"Make it poker, and you can deal me in," she promised. "As for refs... this is Fandom. I think you can write your own rules. You might have to write new rules. No flying, no blasting power at people, no vanishing the puck..."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

He stared for just a moment. Why did he have to be able to see that was truth?

"Nuh uh."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"'m not so good at poker," George told her, wide-eyed. "Aye, an' Bobby's on th' team a'course. But if they're on th' other team, I don' see why he couldn' be usin' that power..."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yes huh," Alex said, smirking. "You don't think girls would be interested in experimenting? They're curious too!"

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Now 'm wonderin' if they're experimentin' when they do turn into us too."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack pulled a bag of neon-colored chips out of the snack cabinet and plopped onto a couch lazily. It seemed like he deserved a lazy end to his week.

"We're watching hockey?"

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Aye," George agreed with a quick grin over at Jack. "Could be playin' hockey too did ye want t'join th'team."

Somehow he didn't think that was going to happen.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"That I don't know," he admitted, shrugging. "I got into a fight with one of the girls who ended up a guy when that happened."

Pause.

"Not a fist fight."