fandomhighdorms | Summer's Superbowl/Puppybowl Party; Second Floor Common Room, Sunday [02/04].

Thank god for Google. Summer, not currently living in a house of mostly males or currently attached to a boyfriend, hadn't done a very good job of keeping up with football this season, but it took all of two seconds to look up how to decorate for the party. It wasn't that she didn't like football; it was alright and she found herself getting into the games when she did watch it, she just usually didn't care. But she couldn't pass up the chance to throw another party, no matter how indifferent she was on the subject matter.

So the decorations were up, the pizzas and snacks spread out, and the main TV was set up for the actual Superbowl game and the pregame stuff. And then she'd managed to drag up another TV from somewhere else and set up a separate area of the room for the better Puppybowl game, which she hooked up to be played in rotation with occasional check-ins on the Fish Bowl and the Kitten Bowl.

Food. Drinks. Men in tight pants on one side, adorable animals on the other side. Seriously. How could she not have done this? Even if no one else showed up, she was still going to have a good time.

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"What is happening here?"

Aloy had not been paying attention lately, no.

"Superbowl-slash-puppybowl party!" Summer was happy to chime in with an explanation. "It's a big sports game that's pretty much a national holiday. So, you know, of course..." She gestured to the room as a whole, "I had to have a party for it. Come on in, grab some food, pick a team, make an obnoxious amount of noise when they score, or, conversely, watch the puppies and make an obnoxious amount of noise when they do something cute which will pretty much be always."

"Okay," Aloy said slowly.

Considered something.

Finally just spat it out.

"What's a sport?"

And Summer just sort of blinked at Aloy a little, because, sure, she knew Aloy was from somewhere very different, but to not even have a concept of sports? Like not even let's throw this rock back and forth was just...

"Uhhhh," she thought a moment for how best to explain, "it's a game, usually competitive, where different teams sort of play against each other to see who wins, based on the particular rules of that game? Like, the superbowl is football, American football, not to be confused with football from everywhere else in the world, but if you don't even know what a sport is, we don't need to start opening that can of words yet. Basically, two teams of dudes in tight pants and big shoulders throw an oblong shaped ball back and forth, trying to see who can make it to the other end of the field the most. And when you break it down like that, it sounds really, really stupid, and it kinda is, but it's also kinda fun? Maybe it's just best to watch and see for yourself."

Aloy had spent her entire life isolated, with only one (and a half) people willing to talk to her. Some stuff got lost.

"It does sound... incredibly stupid," she offered. "And you guys sit around and watch it?"

"Pretty much," Summer agreed. "Mindless entertainment for the masses. I mean, there's food and people cheer on their teams and sometimes make bets for who's going to win, so it's a social thing, too, I guess."

Aloy shook her head.

"Fine, why not," she said. "It's not like I have anything useful to be doing tonight."

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