Sam & Wade | Saturday Afternoon

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A run-in on the basketball court leads to... Sam's pickup. Because where else would it end with these two?


Wade wasn't exactly sure where he was going - he didn't have a precise location in mind. But he heard a the rhythmic thwap of a basketball meeting pavement and decided that the basketball court was as good a place to go searching for entertainment in as anything else. Heading toward whomever it was that was dribbling as though their life depended on it, Wade got to the court just in time to see one Sam Guthrie take a shot from the three point line - and miss.

Grinning, Wade said, "That was almost a nice shot, Guthrie."

Sam's face, screwed up in disappointment at the missed shot and scowling at himself, straightened out as he turned to face Wade. "Oh, hey Wade, how goes it? I'm just, uh." He jogged over to retrieve the basketball, bouncing it a few times as he tried to come up with a way to describe what he was doing before just admitting it. "I'm just suckin' it up out here, heh." There was no other way to put it, really. He took another shot from where he'd retrieved the ball, which bounced off the backboard, rolled around the rim, and... nope, fell outside of the basket again.

Laughing a little, Wade shook his head. "It goes, buddy. It goes." He picked up the ball from where it'd bounced after Sam's last shot and tested it, pressing the ball between his hands for a moment before dribbling it a little. "You mind?" He nodded toward the hoop, one brow raised.

"Of course, go ahead!" Sam clearly wasn't wearing it out or anything, at least not from appropriate use. "I gotta warn you though, it's not as easy as it looks, heh."

Wade grinned and took a shot. It hit the rim twice, once at the back and once along the side, before bouncing down to the blacktop. "You're right. Not nearly as easy as everybody on tv makes it look. Wanna play Around the World?"

"Hah, I know, right?" Sam retrieved the ball, dribbling it a few times before replying. "What's that again? I should know, but I don't, heh." His skill in basketball related terminology, or lack thereof as it were, was about on par with his actual skill at the game.

"I don't actually remember. Maybe HORSE would be better," Wade said thoughtfully. "Basically, take a shot and if you make it, I have to try and make one from the same spot as you the same way you made it. If I miss, I get a letter - H to start off with. If I make it, then you have to make it from that same spot again. It goes back and forth."

"Ok, yeah, I know that one." That was one of the few games that had stuck with him over the years. "All right, since you picked the game, then you get to go first." Sam grinned and passed the ball to him. "I gotta warn you though, I'm... I'm actually pretty bad, heh."

Wade grinned. "I don't really pay attention to sports that aren't martial arts or boxing," he said, picking a spot near the free throw line to take the shot from. It was a little off, the ball bouncing again, but instead of falling outside the rim, it fell in. "Not quite nothing but net, but I'll take it."

"Hey, it went in, that's the goal, right?" Sam rounded up the ball and moved to the area from where Wade had sunk his shot. "Can't say that I follow it either, really. Or anything all that much." As much as he liked to play some sports, he wasn't really a big fan of watching them. Lining up his shot, Sam took it and... just missed it. "Shoot. That's an 'H' for me then, heh."

"Yep," Wade said, scooping up the ball and finding another spot on the court from which to attempt a shot. "But see, I really arbitrarily pull for teams. Like the Jets, the Nets, and the Mets." He grinned, then turned around backward and took the shot that way. No reason not to play it interesting if they were gonna play it.

"I sense a pattern there, heh." Sam watched Wade take his interesting shot. It arced towards the net, bouncing off the backboard and rolled around the rim, falling outside but just barely. "Wow, that almost went in, holy crap." He got the ball and made his way to the same spot, facing away from the rim, and wondered how he'd even attempt the shot, let alone make it. When he finally made the attempt, the ball missed the backboard completely, whoops. "Ah, darn it. I guess I should stick to muddin', huh?" he said with a chuckle.

Wade paused just before picking up the ball. Grinning, he turned around and raised his eyebrows at Sam. "Sounds like an excellent plan. Shall we?"

"Heh, I thought you'd never ask. This basketball thing's for the birds." Sam said, waving dismissively at the backboard and net. "Or, y'know, people who are actually good at it." People other than them, apparently.

"Yep," Wade said, grinning. He tucked the ball under his arm and straightened, nodding toward the garage. "My afternoon just got a whole lot more promising."