Male Bonding Sessions and other disasters.
The 'male bonding sessions' had started as a way for his Mother to get everyone out her house for a few hours, they all knew it, they all chose to ignore it. He'd been roped into them during the second 'male bonding session', it had been raining, Kamil was tetchy, Tamwar was bored, they decided to pop over and cockblock him. They didn't know about the blocking, if they did they'd have probably been horrified. More at the thought of the act than at the fact they disturbed them.
After a few 'male bonding sessions' hosted at their flat Christian got annoyed because they always coincided with his afternoon off and he wanted some quiet time. So now they roamed the streets of Walford in awkward silence, occasionally his Dad would try to do something to keep them entertained, then usually Tamwar let them into the restaurant and they ate the dessert ice cream from the pot. Always the strawberry, because they always ordered too much strawberry, and watched bad television in the office.
They were just wandering past the Vic, pretending they were going to do something other than eat ice cream from a pot and watch Jeremy Kyle or Judge Judy, when Kat Moon approached them.
'Alright Boys!' she said cheerfully, and he briefly wondered if they were on talking terms now.
'Hi' his Dad said, eloquently,
'so we're starting a local football team, just a bit of a laugh, we're recruiting fine young men such as yourselves' Kat said, batting her eyelashes and adjusting her cleavage. It took him a moment to realise she might be flirting with his Dad. Or trying to flirt with his Dad, because no one was affected by this. He also realised that he should probably cover Kamil's eyes.
'Yeah, sounds good, I played a bit of football in my day' his Dad said, reaching to take the sign up form,
'boys?' Kat looked from him to Tamwar, Tamwar stammered something about bad co-ordination and backed away from Kat. Kat looked at him, his Dad looked at him.
'you liked football in school didn't you?' his Dad asked. He had liked football shorts in school, also the other boys tackling each other and being covered in wet mud. He didn't mention that.
'uh, yeah' he said trying not to panic and succeeding only in concealing the panic, he hated football.
'We could do this together, father son bonding' his Dad said. He looked at Tamwar for help, Tamwar shrugged, see if he could camp out at his and Christian's next time their Mum went on a cleaning rampage.
'Ok, yeah, sure' his Dad signed him up,
'it'll be fun' he said, picking Kamil up and chattering away about football to him.
He doubted that. Christian was going to have a field day with this.