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[heatherandsteel]

Quentin's found the ice hockey on the Bar TV, he doesn't know the teams but they have good names, Falcons and Aces and they both know how to play.

Beside him is a massive plate of nachos with everything he could think of on it and he's drinking a soda as he watches.

His yelling sometimes goes into French because that's the best way to yell at hockey. He's dressed for court with his disguise down, his livery is folded beside him as he doesn't want to get it dirty but he can watch some hockey as he wakes up.

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[runningred]

Jay laughs and leans over to seal a chip out of the bowl of nachos. "Who's winning?"

[heatherandsteel]

"Falcons are up by one," He grabs a chip and moves over to give Jay space to sit down.

[runningred]

"And who are you barracking for?" Jay asks, making himself comfortable. He hadn't planned to get ducked in but he does find himself hissing at a foul.

[heatherandsteel]

"Falcons," At the foul, he tosses some nacho crumbs at the screen.

[runningred]

Jay chuckles and orders himself a beer, toeing his boots off to make himself comfortable. "Local team or just your pick?"

[heatherandsteel]

"They're from somewhere on the East Coast but I like how they play," They move like a good team.

[runningred]

"As good a reason as any." He cheers as they score.

[heatherandsteel]

"Yes and they play like that."

[runningred]

"Get up there!" Jay called, order another beer.

[heatherandsteel]

As the players come together in a brief celebration, Quentin laughs, "That's what hockey's about."

[runningred]

"I've never been much of a sports guy but I get the appeal."

[heatherandsteel]

"A lot of sports are boring but hockey isn't."

[runningred]

He hisses as a player trips over the stick of another in in what could have been an intentional foul and could have been an honest mistake. Either way, the players bark at each other.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato eventually ends up lounging against the back of the couch, peering over Quentin's head, understanding none of what's going on.

"Who's winning?"

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin turns and grins at him as the Falcons score, "Falcons, sit down, this is a a great game."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"You're going to have to tell me which ones are the Falcons," Yamato says, clambering over the back of the couch to settle next to Quentin.

[heatherandsteel]

"The ones in blue with birds on their jerseys. Get 'em!" Quentin's yell is in French as a huge player sideswipes another.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Your local team?"

[heatherandsteel]

"No, never heard of them until I started to watch this game but I like them," He pushes the nachos over to Yamato.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Why d'you like them?"

They just look like very big men in blue jerseys to Yamato's eyes. Only slightly different from the very big men of the other team.

[heatherandsteel]

"Quick skaters and you can tell they know and trust each other."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"How can you tell? I can't make heads or tails of it, personally."

Or maybe he could, if he really watched hard. Team sports and battles aren't all that dissimilar, after all, and he can certainly assess the latter.

[heatherandsteel]

"Watch how smoothly they move across the eye and know where their teammates will be. I mean they're both good teams."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Okay, okay, I'm watching," Yamato says, mock-begrudgingly, leaning back. "They're pretty well-coordinated, it's true."

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin rolls his eyes at Yamato and bounces on the couch as there's a bad foul.