Theme: game room / rec-room
Words: pyro, mustard, pop-tarts, claustrophobia, emo/goth
Challenger: Psycopath pyro
….
"Nice hair, Roxas," Seifer glanced up from his table-tennis game to laugh at Roxas' purple hair.
Roxas shrugged good-naturedly. "I like it. Has anybody seen Riku?"
"He's still not coming out of his cabin," Sora hit the ball back at Seifer with an expert over-hand.
"All because of that silly picture?" Pence asked incredulously, lounging in a moth-eaten lazy-boy.
"He's very sensitive," Sora shrugged, turning his head to speak to Pence politely. The table-tennis ball bounced off his forehead and he was knocked off his feet and hit the rec room floor with a loud crash.
"Sora!" Seifer leaned over the table, making sure Sora was ok. Aside from the strange, swirly eyes, the boy was fine. There were little Donald ducks dancing around his head, but those disappeared readily enough when he shook it.
"Seifer banged Sora!" Pence couldn't help it—he whispered this aside to Roxas, both of them dissolving in immature giggles. The other boys missed the joke.
"Good hit, Seifer. That's game, right?"
"Er…yeah."
"OH MY GAWD GUYS!" Hayner busted into the rec room, his eyes alight with mischief. "You will NOT believe this!"
"What?" Roxas was helping Sora up, and they asked in unison.
"Axel…Councilor Axel…" He was choking on laughter. "Councilor Axel…just found out he lost…he lost that bet with Councilor Luxord….last night…"
"The one about the pole dance?" Seifer was leaning casually against the tennis table.
"Y-yeah." Hayner nodded, still laughing. "Anyway, the stupid pyro told Luxord there was no way that fourty-seven seconds was enough to justify losing the bet…and he…he…."
"He what?"
"….I didn't know that Luxord had Daisy Duck tattooed on his ass…"
"NO WAY!"
….
"Hey, Roxas," Seifer bapped the table-tennis ball across the rec room, pleased to see it bounce off the top of Roxas' head. "I challenge you."
"I suck at table tennis," Roxas threw the ball back at him.
"Well, let's play doubles!" Suggested Sora, throwing his brilliantly convincing puppy eyes at Roxas. Roxas melted instantly.
"All right." Roxas agreed. "If Sora's my partner."
"Deal!" Sora flashed a famous grin.
"Hey, Pence!" Seifer beckoned. Pence looked up from his lazy-boy. "Put up those pop-tarts up and come help me!"
"Nuthin' doin'." Pence said. "These are my favorite—mustard flavor. Get someone else."
"Hayner?"
"Up your butt, man. No way. Shut up, I'm watching TV."
"I'll play," Councilor Demyx had been supervising for some time, and he loved table tennis, anyway.
"No fair!" Sora and Roxas despaired. "A councilor can't—"
"Don't be such wusses!" Seifer laughed, tossing Councilor Demyx a table-tennis paddle.
……..
"Look, man, we've beaten you thirteen times. In a row." Roxas sighed, hitting himself lightly in the head with the paddle to demonstrate his frustration.
"We're going to get you this time!" Seifer insisted.
"…Seifer…they won…give it up…" Councilor Demyx started to set his paddle down.
"NO WAY," Seifer insisted. Councilor Demyx sighed.
"Chill, Demyx. I'll play with him." Councilor Axel took the paddle from him, tapping Councilor Demyx lightly on the butt as he took his place next to Seifer. Seifer eyed him edgily. That sort of stuff didn't go down with Seifer. Seifer scooted to the other side of their end of the table.
"Aw…I don't want to play against Uncle…" Roxas complained.
"I don't want to play WITH him," Seifer muttered, keeping one eye on the paddle in Axel's hand.
"Be a man, Roxas," Axel served the ball with a smirk. "You too, Seifer."
…….
That particular game lasted for-EVER. In fact, by the time it reached the game point, most of the councilors had joined the campers in the rec-room. Each team had ten points—whoever scored next won the game.
Councilor Luxord was, of course, going around the cabin taking bets. Most bet on Sora and Roxas, since they'd already won thirteen games. On the other hand, those that bet on Axel and Seifer argued that that team had a fresh arm.
"Just give up," Seifer crowed after an excellent pass.
"Never!" Sora exclaimed, returning it firmly.
"No way!" Roxas blocked when Axel tried to power it across the room, sending it back to Seifer. Seifer reached to hit it…and froze. The ball bounced off the corner of the table, just barely inbounds, and then rolled to the floor.
"Yeah!" Sora and Roxas high-fived, and their fans cheered, convening around Councilor Luxord to collect their winnings.
"Seifer! Hey man!" Hayner patted Seifer on the shoulder. "Seifer!" Seifer was staring off into the distance, his eyes unfocused. The paddle dropped out of his hand. Hayner blinked, then grinned mischievously. He prodded Seifer firmly, right in the middle of the chest. Seifer toppled over, completely unconscious.
"Dude…" Roxas squatted next to Seifer. "What happened?"
"Nothin'." Councilor Axel shrugged, smiling innocently. "It is crowded in here, though. Maybe he's got claustrophobia. Good game, kid." He tossed the paddle back onto the table and exited the cabin.
"Seifer's not claustrophobic…" Pence was licking mustard pop-tart off his fingers.
"How many of those did you eat?" Roxas had to ask.
"Twenty six," Pence replied nonchalantly. "Seifer's not claustrophobic. He is homo-phobic, though."
"Hey…he's coming around….Seifer? Seifer!" Sora shook Seifer's shoulder.
Seifer opened one eye, saw them all huddled around him, and spazzed. He shot to the corner of the room, pressing his back against the wall, and eyeing them all like a madman. "NOBODY MOVE!" He proclaimed. "AND NOBODY SLAP MY ASS!" …then he jumped out the window.
"…that's…unlike Seifer." Pence pulled another pop-tart out of his pocket and unwrapped it cheerily. "But I did tell you he was homophobic."
"It's pathetic," A voice drifted out from the shadows, where a tall figure stood, face hidden in a black cowl. "He's such a girl about it. You'd think he'd never had his butt tapped before."
The boys stared at the figure, wondering what to say.
In the end, it was Sora that broke the silence. "…Riku…I know…the picture was embarrassing…but…really….you don't look emo or goth or anything else…you look….er…"
"RETARTED." Hayner filled in, stealing a pop-tart from Pence.
Author's note:
Heh...um...nevermind...
