75 Godiva Street, Superbowl Sunday
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Hardison was grinning as he lugged the second screen into Eliot's living room. "Eliot! Yo, Eliot, where you at? Guess what!" Dropping his voice, he added to Parker, who was carrying her own load of chips and foam fingers, "He ain't never gonna guess."
Probably because most people wouldn't assume that their partners would just decide to throw a Superbowl party at their house without prior agreement. But Hardison wasn't going to let something like that stop him. If he hadn't been stymied by Eliot's lack of TVs, he wasn't going to be bothered by something like this, either.
Eliot leaned against the door jam and stared at the televisions coming in through the door. "For the last time, Hardison, I ain't lettin' you set up your six screen office thing in here."
Parker waved a foam finger at him. It was bright blue and orange and bigger than she was. “We’re here for the party! I brought the snacks. So you can just relax and not have to worry about being the host.”
Eliot opened his mouth, pointed at the foam finger, then let his head drop into his hands. "Of course you are."
"C'mon, mama, we talked about this," Hardison reminded. "We ask first. Yo, Eliot, you mind if we borrow your house for a Superbowl party? Our place is too small to fit a lot of people." Look, Eliot! He wasn't even putting up the screens while he was asking! Sure, he was subtly running a stud-finder over the walls to make sure they could be hung properly, but that was all!
"It's also traditional not to just show up with the supplies like you know I'm already gonna say yes." Don't be dumb, Eliot. They completely already knew you were going to say yes.
“There’s going to be puppies.” Parker had gotten some very unclear ideas about how the Super Bowl worked. “And maybe kittens. Val will like that!” Look, she even used your preferred name for your dog!
Of course they did. But they still asked. Even if the discussion before they left the house had ended with a 'Let's go steal a living room.' That was just tradition at work, okay? "So, I figure we'll have the big, big screen with the game on it, an' then the other slightly-smaller big screen have the Puppybowl. Then everybody's happy an' got somethin' to watch. Also, for refreshments, look what I found!"
Beaming, Hardison pulled out a six pack of Thief Juice. "We can introduce the island to it!"
Poor Eliot. He was doomed. Had been for years. "I am not hosting," he said. "I am not cleaning. I am not responsible for any part of this, and if anything breaks, I'm holdin' you two personally responsible."
Parker bopped him on the head with the foam finger, grinning. “Super Bowl!”
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Probably because most people wouldn't assume that their partners would just decide to throw a Superbowl party at their house without prior agreement. But Hardison wasn't going to let something like that stop him. If he hadn't been stymied by Eliot's lack of TVs, he wasn't going to be bothered by something like this, either.
Eliot leaned against the door jam and stared at the televisions coming in through the door. "For the last time, Hardison, I ain't lettin' you set up your six screen office thing in here."
Parker waved a foam finger at him. It was bright blue and orange and bigger than she was. “We’re here for the party! I brought the snacks. So you can just relax and not have to worry about being the host.”
Eliot opened his mouth, pointed at the foam finger, then let his head drop into his hands. "Of course you are."
"C'mon, mama, we talked about this," Hardison reminded. "We ask first. Yo, Eliot, you mind if we borrow your house for a Superbowl party? Our place is too small to fit a lot of people." Look, Eliot! He wasn't even putting up the screens while he was asking! Sure, he was subtly running a stud-finder over the walls to make sure they could be hung properly, but that was all!
"It's also traditional not to just show up with the supplies like you know I'm already gonna say yes." Don't be dumb, Eliot. They completely already knew you were going to say yes.
“There’s going to be puppies.” Parker had gotten some very unclear ideas about how the Super Bowl worked. “And maybe kittens. Val will like that!” Look, she even used your preferred name for your dog!
Of course they did. But they still asked. Even if the discussion before they left the house had ended with a 'Let's go steal a living room.' That was just tradition at work, okay? "So, I figure we'll have the big, big screen with the game on it, an' then the other slightly-smaller big screen have the Puppybowl. Then everybody's happy an' got somethin' to watch. Also, for refreshments, look what I found!"
Beaming, Hardison pulled out a six pack of Thief Juice. "We can introduce the island to it!"
Poor Eliot. He was doomed. Had been for years. "I am not hosting," he said. "I am not cleaning. I am not responsible for any part of this, and if anything breaks, I'm holdin' you two personally responsible."
Parker bopped him on the head with the foam finger, grinning. “Super Bowl!”
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Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2016-02-07 07:30 pm (UTC)Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2016-02-07 07:54 pm (UTC)Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2016-02-07 08:09 pm (UTC)Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2016-02-07 08:50 pm (UTC)Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2016-02-08 09:01 pm (UTC)Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2016-02-08 09:21 pm (UTC)Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2016-02-08 09:48 pm (UTC)And why would they bet on football, especially if Eliot wasn't playing?
Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2016-02-09 12:00 am (UTC)"I'm not sure why people get so into it. It's not like your TV shows. Somebody wins. Somebody loses. Predictable, kinda."
Eat and Drink
Date: 2016-02-07 07:32 pm (UTC)There are wings, pizzas, a staggering assortment of chips and dips, gummy frogs, plenty of beer (including a six-pack of beer labeled Thief Juice! It's a mouth crime!) and a bunch of
moddableother snacks. Dig in!Re: Eat and Drink
Date: 2016-02-07 07:48 pm (UTC)So have some fresh guacamole. And refried beans. And french onion made with actual onion instead of powdered soup. And many, many others.
Re: Eat and Drink
Date: 2016-02-07 07:53 pm (UTC)Re: Eat and Drink
Date: 2016-02-07 07:57 pm (UTC)Re: Eat and Drink
Date: 2016-02-07 08:08 pm (UTC)Re: Eat and Drink
Date: 2016-02-07 08:11 pm (UTC)Re: Eat and Drink
Date: 2016-02-07 08:14 pm (UTC)Re: Eat and Drink
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Date: 2016-02-07 08:20 pm (UTC)Re: Eat and Drink
Date: 2016-02-07 08:22 pm (UTC)Re: Eat and Drink
Date: 2016-02-07 08:27 pm (UTC)"Okay then," he said with a laugh, "be straight with me. Which gets Eliot's seal of approval then, huh? A hamburger with gym sock tomatoes on it, or ketchup?"
Re: Eat and Drink
Date: 2016-02-07 08:31 pm (UTC)Re: Eat and Drink
Date: 2016-02-08 08:11 pm (UTC)Watch the Game
Date: 2016-02-07 07:33 pm (UTC)Whatever Else
Date: 2016-02-07 07:36 pm (UTC)OOC
Date: 2016-02-07 07:41 pm (UTC)(Protip: I did not know who was in the Superbowl until I asked
Re: OOC
Date: 2016-02-07 07:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-02-07 10:44 pm (UTC)