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[mightbeconcussed]

[The device is sitting on the coffee table in Lucy's living room. She's got a buffet of 'tail gate' food laid out including hot wings, cheese fries, chips, salsa, chili cheese dogs and red velvet cupcakes. There's also a cooler full of beer and sodas sitting next to the coffee table. The TV is showing a football--It's a black market DVD of the 2011 University of Alabama Football Season. This is game one Bama vs Kent State.

Lucy is perched on the edge of the couch wearing a crimson tide football jersey, a pair of Tide sweats and a black and white houndstooth fedora. She's got a red A painted on her face.]

Oh come on! My mother holds more than that! You can't even call that holding!

[She glances at the device with a beaming smile.]

Tailgate party at my house to watch the Tide vs Kent State. We should slaughter the guys. It's like warm up. Anyway, everyone is invited. Come and enjoy food and beer and football. It's what Saturdays were made for.

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[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

It's American football and [insert correct address here]. I'll see you in a little while.

[designedtoparty]

Whatever. It looks like rugby for pussies, but who cares?

[And see him in a little while you will. Who is he to turn down free booze?]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She will ignore all his bashing of football. She answers the door when he rings the bell and opens the door up wide.]

Come on in. Cooler's next to the couch. Food's on the table and if you want something like Scotch or whiskey I have that too.

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan makes a beeline for the cooler, fishing out a beer before he heads for the food.]

Hey, I'm not picky about my poison. Anything, so long as it gets me pissed.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Maybe we'll have shots later. [She sips her own beer and watches teh game, yelling at the TV occasionally.] So you don't like football at all?

[designedtoparty]

I don't like sports. You see one game, you've seen them all. I don't get why people get so worked up over it.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She's going to try and not take offense to that.]

It's like...being a part of something bigger than yourself for a little while.

[designedtoparty]

Are you sure it's not just because of all the hot men?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Well they help but really, in uniform, anyone's gonna look hot. Promise, it's the whole one thing. Cheer with me today, pretend you're a fan and I'll show you.

[designedtoparty]

All right, fine. But I'm going to need to get drunk for this.

[He holds up a finger, then proceeds to chug down the rest of his beer.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Lucy obliges him by fishing two more beers out of the cooler and passing them both over.]

You'll have fun.

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan belches, taking the other two beers off her and getting started. He only manages half of the first of these before the need to breath wins out. Panting, he wipes his mouth with his arm.]

I'm sure I will. You get drunk enough, just about anything can seem exciting.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Okay, point but I'm hoping you'll have fun without getting to the 'drunk enough' point.

[designedtoparty]

All right, fine. I'll stay sober. Ish.

[Pouting, he returns to his drinking more slowly.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Lucy beams a smile at him, leans in and kisses him on the cheek then settles back into the couch to explain the rules. She gets distracted by the quarterback and a tense moment. She ends up perched on the edge of the couch, elbows on her knees, hands throttling her beer.]

Okay Baby, come on. Deep breath, just think about the ball and the receiver and what a frickin' rockstar you're gonna be when--[And she stops, holds her breath, the tip of her tongue clenched between her teeth. She inhales without exhaling when the quarterback lets the ball go. The whole thing is held while it flies through the air. When the receiver catches it, runs a few yards and gets within the ten yard line. Lucy bursts onto her feet, all of that breath backing up a very loud yell.]

YES! That's how we throw an amazing pass! [There is a fist pump here. She turns to Nathan with a grin.] Fist bump. That was a pretty pass.

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan watches, rather less enthusiastically than Lucy. Although he does watch her out of the corner of his eyes, rather unsubtly. Part of it's him trying to work out exactly what she's getting from this, but mostly... well, she's hot. And infinitely more interesting than whatever's happening in the game.

He blinks a little, raising his eyebrows when she turns to him. Though he does return the fist pump.] That for a pass? What happens if they score? Do we make out?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Lucy rolls her eyes and laughs.]

You wish but I might kiss you for real.

[designedtoparty]

Seriously?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She laughs and pats his knee]

Don't get too excited. I kissed the pizza boy for timely delivery today but yeah, really.

[designedtoparty]

Like I give a fuck about the pizza boy.

[He's a bit more cheerful now, though. Actually starting to pay some attention to the game as he gets comfortable again.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She just laughs a little at him and goes back to perching on the edge of the couch and cheering for the game. A couple of plays later, low and behold it IS a touchdown. True to her word, Lucy leans over and kisses Nathan right on the mouth. It's not making out but it's a good kiss.]

Say it with me. Football is fun.

[designedtoparty]

[Hey, he'll take it. And hope whichever team she's supporting keeps on winning.]

Well, when you watch it like this...

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She'll get through to him eventually.]

Why watch it any other way?