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Sunday Night Football!
A steel door, sometimes in the bar and sometimes not, appears again next to her written affidavit of safety from a Milliways-renowned parapsychologist. 'SARAH', as that affidavit names her, lets that steel door swing open wide, and it only takes a few seconds for a computerized woman's voice to be broadcast over the bar-wide sound system.
"Hello, Milliways. Today I am hosting a football party -- Philidelphia Eagles playing against the New York Giants. There are no commercials; I've picked up a pre-network satellite feed of the game. It doesn't start for another hour, but if you would like to claim a seat early, please stop by. If coming later, please bring any snacks you might like and a chair or cushion. There is plenty of space for everyone. Thank you."
Now it's wait and see, but SARAH is optimistic. Who doesn't like sports*?
*Now now, SARAH is completely aware that there are some people who do not like sports. She is just hoping they are grossly outnumbered here.
ETA: There is an AIM Chat! Chat name: milliball
What you may have missed in the game.
"Hello, Milliways. Today I am hosting a football party -- Philidelphia Eagles playing against the New York Giants. There are no commercials; I've picked up a pre-network satellite feed of the game. It doesn't start for another hour, but if you would like to claim a seat early, please stop by. If coming later, please bring any snacks you might like and a chair or cushion. There is plenty of space for everyone. Thank you."
Now it's wait and see, but SARAH is optimistic. Who doesn't like sports*?
*Now now, SARAH is completely aware that there are some people who do not like sports. She is just hoping they are grossly outnumbered here.
ETA: There is an AIM Chat! Chat name: milliball
What you may have missed in the game.
Mingling.
"The keg is fresh in the refrigerator, and if you need anything cold you can leave it there. Find a seat and enjoy!"
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Why not?
So he goes to the Bar and asks for some snacks and some beer to be charged to his tab, and when he wanders in to the door and into the room...
"...woah."
A grin. That's a big TV.
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Smug. What? Didn't you know voices could be smug?
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The coffee table, a white and silver low thing in front of the white couch in the living room, is currently half-occupied with snacks from Alex West, but there's plenty of space.
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And that TV is one hell of a distraction.
"Uh, hello?"
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"What under the Light?"
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Walking in, it looks like there's a good crowd, but still space to sit.
"Hope I haven't missed the entire game," he says, taking a seat on a couch.
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1st Quarter
Across the screen, Philidelphia Eagles vs. New York Giants.
SARAH resists the urge to sing along to the country singer on the screen; she figures it might take away from the ambience.
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"Huh. Good game."
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There have been downs.
There have been acrobatic hops and kicks that went way wide.
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When the commerical cuts on and the Bon Jovi plays, Alex resists the urge to break into 'Livin' On A Prayer'.
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"What's the score?"
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3rd Quarter
The beer is available. So is the Scotch (thanks to Dean) and the snacks (thanks to Alex and Ana).
SARAH? Still incorporeal. Still smug.
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"Holding again. What the hell?"
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But he's here! In the strange house that talks.
"Seven, zip? Been good defense or do they both just suck?" He asks as he tries to drag up a chair while holding onto a beer.
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SARAH's feeling successful and there are a significant amount of snacks already eaten.
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He hasn't been able to sit back and watch football in a long time.
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"So...what did I miss?" Jack asks, preparing to get pelted with snacks.
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"Now, maybe we'll have a game on our hands."
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