"WOOOO!" Clove's glass of rum and coke clinked against Cato's glass of whiskey as they yelled in celebration. The District 2 baseball team had just scored their third run of the game.
Glimmer rolled her eyes. "Do you guys have to be so loud?"
"Don't be bitter just 'cause your team's losing, Glim," Cato replied with a smirk.
"Whatever." Glimmer took a sip of her pina colada.
The next District 2 player stepped up to the plate, neatly hitting the ball after it was tossed to him by the pitcher. Unfortunately for him, the first baseman caught it before he was even halfway there; he tossed it to the pitcher, who then threw it to the third baseman. It landed in his glove at the very moment that a District 2 player slid onto the base.
The umpire called an out, and the inning ended.
"What the fuck?" Clove shouted, slamming her left hand on the table angrily. "Are you fucking kidding me? That's such bullshit! Jubatus was totally safe!"
Cato shook his head. "Fucking umpire. Totally made that call just 'cause they're in District 1."
"He was safe! This is such fucking bullshit." Clove snatched up a knife that was laying on the table, half seeming as if she was going to throw it at the TV. "I'll fucking rip his eyes out if he makes another call like that again."
Glimmer thought about telling Clove to calm down, but decided against it. District 2 citizens had a tendency to get very involved in sporting events, and given Clove's current state, Glimmer figured she'd be better off staying quiet so that knife wouldn't go flying in her direction.
Luckily, the tense mood was dissipated when Marvel showed up at their table with a huge platter of nachos. "I got the nachos, guys!" The four of them dug in.
The commercial break ended and the next inning began. Cato snorted as the first player stepped up to bat. "This guy's name is Diamond?" he said incredulously.
"Shut up, he's a really good player," said Glimmer.
"Yeah, but he has a stupid name," Cato replied.
Diamond made it to second base, but the next guy who went up to bat was completely hopeless, striking out instantly. The third player got a walk, but the fourth player's hit struck out both him and Diamond. Cato and Clove both smirked triumphantly across the table as the TV went from the game to a commercial for mahogany tables.
"Man, your team really sucks," said Cato.
"Yeah, how does it feel to be losing in your own stadium?" Clove taunted, and Cato laughed.
"Oh, shut up." Glimmer was tired of their constant hating on her baseball team- to be fair, they hated on pretty much every team that wasn't their own, but she got hit the most by their comments, at least directly.
"Wow, good comeback. Real original," Clove responded. Glimmer, once again, had an internal struggle over whether or not to say something, but she was spared from making that decision by the return of the game on the TV.
The first District 2 player up hit a home run.
"WOOOOO! YEAHHHHHH!" Cato and Clove screamed, high fiving and downing the rest of their drinks.
"YEAH!" Marvel cheered, taking a break from his seemingly endless consumption of nachos.
"Marvel, that's not our team," Glimmer said, shaking her head at him.
"...oh." Marvel shrugged, going back to eating nachos.