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xp_logsFelicia finds Kane and Amanda at Harry's watching the Super Bowl.
Written while while watching the Super Bowl.
Harry's for Super Bowl was always an event. The Hideaway was, in theory, a sports bar, and when the biggest events took place, they went in full force. The sports pool was set up by the bar, chicken wings were flying out almost as fast as the pitchers, and the place was packed. Mansion residents were sprinkled throughout, enjoying either the game, the ads, the food specials, or all of it.
Kane was in his corner, full look at his normal screen, as his wings were dropped in front of him. Amanda had joined up, having no interest in the game but always interested in free wings.
"I'll leave as soon as someone more interesting comes along, but I just got ditched for a bathroom handy to offset the cost of the amount of wings Jubilee just went through in the first quarter and I need a buffer." Felicia slid into the booth, giving Amanda a nod. Her drink, tall and clear, was set on the table beside where she drummed her nails. "For legal reasons at least part of that is a joke, you know the bit."
Amanda chuckled. "Jubes is gunna Jubes," she replied, raising her pint to her teammate. "Gar's been trying to explain this game to me, but there's so much involved I'm kind of lost. I'm just hanging on for the half-time show."
"I mean, this is what, your tenth Super Bowl with me and every year it is back to ground zero. It is almost like you don't care about the game." He said archly. "I see you got your typical not-tini. Clear booze on clear booze." Kane quipped, before taking a sip from his pint.
Felicia wrinkled her nose at him. "I'll have you know I had them add a splash of soda water and a lemon for alcoholic ambiance. Some of us don't want to drink a pitcher of warm beer with a straw."
"Sacrilege. Warm beer you just gun down." He grinned at her before digging back into his wings. "Oh, suicide wings, how I have missed you." As he took a hearty bite.
"The point is to drink the beer before it gets warm," Amanda added. "'S the only way to drink the fizzy lagers. Warm is for ales."
"Stop being so British. You've lived here for twenty years." Kane mumbled, around a mouthful of chicken. He was keenly aware that he couldn't eat like he used to but had been trying to accept his normal six pounds of wings and two dozen pints wasn't possible without his powers.
Attention unacceptably divided away from her, Felicia looked under the table, returning with a frown. "Where's the wolf? Or as I like to call him, only good thing about sitting with you?" she asked before looking at Amanda. "Not you, you're fine."
Amanda preened a little. "Wolfie's at home - 's too busy for him tonight and the normal folks get a bit freaked out by a full size wolf wandering around." She pulled another basket of wings - her third pound - towards her. "I didn't really expect to see you here tonight, to be honest."
"Eh, bestie wanted company and I honestly forgot what day it was," Felicia admitted, leaning back and slinging an arm across the bench. Her words were met with the sound of chewing, and she briefly observed the piles of bones in front of both her companions, Garrison catching her as she looked up. "Thought it was Monday and we were playing hooky."
"Nah, the Super Bowl is a treasured tradition to watch a sport you don't care a lot about because some big pop star headlines the half-time show and all the new commercials drop. It is basically our way of giving up as a civilization."
"And wings," Amanda pointed out as she placed another gnawed bone into the bowl with the others. "Never forget the wings."
"Love it when a Canadian explains to me how the NFL works," Felicia shot back, but it was mostly not unkindly. She paused, her nails tapping again as she weighed something. "Speaking of wings, you want another round?"
"Nah, I'm good for now. Maybe later."
Felicia made an accepting noise, catching Briar's eye across the bar to motion at her and Amanda's empty glasses with a nod and thumbs up. "Fair enough. I'm a one pound girl myself except on high cardio days. The high protein just can't compete with a deep fryer," she said, staring at him a knowing beat, as the bar erupted into perfectly placed interrupting cheer at Kansas City's touchdown and the camera panned to Taylor Swift's seats.
"So. Any cheering preference at all?" Felicia asked. "Or is this a Swift versus anti Swift table?"
Amanda had caught the look and gave Felicia a very slight nod. "Well, Tay-Tay isn't usually my sort of thing, but she's kind of adorable. I just like the fact that no matter who wins, the conservative right loses. It's Taylor Swift's boyfriend or the gayest city in the States."
"It's not the CFL, so like her, I win by food and drinks not looked down on socially."
"Fair enough. I just stuck around for Alicia Keys once I found out I'd been abandoned with permission for sex," Felicia replied with a laugh, sinking deeper into the bench. "Maybe they'll wear her out so we can get the suite to ourselves the whole night."
"With Jubes, it totally depends on how much she's managed to eat already. Firecracker's like that bunny in the commercial - she just keeps going and going." Amanda reached for her pint. "And more power to her."
Written while while watching the Super Bowl.
Harry's for Super Bowl was always an event. The Hideaway was, in theory, a sports bar, and when the biggest events took place, they went in full force. The sports pool was set up by the bar, chicken wings were flying out almost as fast as the pitchers, and the place was packed. Mansion residents were sprinkled throughout, enjoying either the game, the ads, the food specials, or all of it.
Kane was in his corner, full look at his normal screen, as his wings were dropped in front of him. Amanda had joined up, having no interest in the game but always interested in free wings.
"I'll leave as soon as someone more interesting comes along, but I just got ditched for a bathroom handy to offset the cost of the amount of wings Jubilee just went through in the first quarter and I need a buffer." Felicia slid into the booth, giving Amanda a nod. Her drink, tall and clear, was set on the table beside where she drummed her nails. "For legal reasons at least part of that is a joke, you know the bit."
Amanda chuckled. "Jubes is gunna Jubes," she replied, raising her pint to her teammate. "Gar's been trying to explain this game to me, but there's so much involved I'm kind of lost. I'm just hanging on for the half-time show."
"I mean, this is what, your tenth Super Bowl with me and every year it is back to ground zero. It is almost like you don't care about the game." He said archly. "I see you got your typical not-tini. Clear booze on clear booze." Kane quipped, before taking a sip from his pint.
Felicia wrinkled her nose at him. "I'll have you know I had them add a splash of soda water and a lemon for alcoholic ambiance. Some of us don't want to drink a pitcher of warm beer with a straw."
"Sacrilege. Warm beer you just gun down." He grinned at her before digging back into his wings. "Oh, suicide wings, how I have missed you." As he took a hearty bite.
"The point is to drink the beer before it gets warm," Amanda added. "'S the only way to drink the fizzy lagers. Warm is for ales."
"Stop being so British. You've lived here for twenty years." Kane mumbled, around a mouthful of chicken. He was keenly aware that he couldn't eat like he used to but had been trying to accept his normal six pounds of wings and two dozen pints wasn't possible without his powers.
Attention unacceptably divided away from her, Felicia looked under the table, returning with a frown. "Where's the wolf? Or as I like to call him, only good thing about sitting with you?" she asked before looking at Amanda. "Not you, you're fine."
Amanda preened a little. "Wolfie's at home - 's too busy for him tonight and the normal folks get a bit freaked out by a full size wolf wandering around." She pulled another basket of wings - her third pound - towards her. "I didn't really expect to see you here tonight, to be honest."
"Eh, bestie wanted company and I honestly forgot what day it was," Felicia admitted, leaning back and slinging an arm across the bench. Her words were met with the sound of chewing, and she briefly observed the piles of bones in front of both her companions, Garrison catching her as she looked up. "Thought it was Monday and we were playing hooky."
"Nah, the Super Bowl is a treasured tradition to watch a sport you don't care a lot about because some big pop star headlines the half-time show and all the new commercials drop. It is basically our way of giving up as a civilization."
"And wings," Amanda pointed out as she placed another gnawed bone into the bowl with the others. "Never forget the wings."
"Love it when a Canadian explains to me how the NFL works," Felicia shot back, but it was mostly not unkindly. She paused, her nails tapping again as she weighed something. "Speaking of wings, you want another round?"
"Nah, I'm good for now. Maybe later."
Felicia made an accepting noise, catching Briar's eye across the bar to motion at her and Amanda's empty glasses with a nod and thumbs up. "Fair enough. I'm a one pound girl myself except on high cardio days. The high protein just can't compete with a deep fryer," she said, staring at him a knowing beat, as the bar erupted into perfectly placed interrupting cheer at Kansas City's touchdown and the camera panned to Taylor Swift's seats.
"So. Any cheering preference at all?" Felicia asked. "Or is this a Swift versus anti Swift table?"
Amanda had caught the look and gave Felicia a very slight nod. "Well, Tay-Tay isn't usually my sort of thing, but she's kind of adorable. I just like the fact that no matter who wins, the conservative right loses. It's Taylor Swift's boyfriend or the gayest city in the States."
"It's not the CFL, so like her, I win by food and drinks not looked down on socially."
"Fair enough. I just stuck around for Alicia Keys once I found out I'd been abandoned with permission for sex," Felicia replied with a laugh, sinking deeper into the bench. "Maybe they'll wear her out so we can get the suite to ourselves the whole night."
"With Jubes, it totally depends on how much she's managed to eat already. Firecracker's like that bunny in the commercial - she just keeps going and going." Amanda reached for her pint. "And more power to her."
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Date: 2024-02-12 06:40 pm (UTC)Oh no I agree with Kane
Short and sweet random encounters, with Felicia proving herself the most strategic drinker by far. Drink clear booze in clear booze and no one can tell how drunk you're getting.
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Date: 2024-02-14 05:57 pm (UTC)Oh no, incredibly meta jokes!
The ease in which everyone joins the table made the log flow really well, especially when cutting or hinting to the other action in the tightly packed space. The banter is the star here, though, despite I enjoyed hints toward more serious matters (Kane and his wings, for example).
"Stop being so British. You've lived here for twenty years."
Probably my favorite little quip with the beer talk, but Felicia indicating "Not you" to Amanda with jabs at Kane was excellent too.