Challenge/Request/Trade
Title: PMS, Balls & Smack
Author: Arabian Red
Challenge/Request (can you guess by whom?!): Basketball, Trash-talking
Notes: Uhhh, no plot--just basketball and language, and a break from upcoming angst
Thanks to VO1 for loaning her characters, and for setting me straight.
“What are you, blind?! That was a FOUL!” Raye screamed furiously, as she watched the red head … Rubeus … sneak an elbow in on her boyfriend. “How could you miss that?! That fucking carrot top has been doing that since this game started!”
From her spot beside her, Serena winced, as the insult rang in her ears. Mina, however, merely shook her head, and whispered to Serena, “She’s going about it all wrong! Yelling won’t work. They’re trained to ignore crazy people.”
“You going to be the one to tell her that?!” Serena whispered back, as she winced again as Raye screamed in frustration at another non-call. Unlike the raven haired beauty, she had no idea how the game worked, or what a foul was. She did see the elbow, though, and from Rei’s reaction, she doubted it was a legal maneuver.
And granted, it was a really important game. Darien had been antsy all week, and when Serena had asked about it, he had said they were playing last year’s champions for the tournament title. What was at stake? Bragging rights, as well as seats behind the players’ bench to next year’s NCAA Final Four. Her husband had practically started drooling right then and there.
“She mad.” Serena glanced down at Aja in surprise. She had completely forgotten to cover the girl’s ears, as Aja had been doing such a great job amusing herself with her fuzzy dice Serena almost forgot she was there. Makoto and Noah must have promised her something huge if she behaved herself.
“No sweetie, just ignore her. You see … when you get older … there will be days when you just feel … very mad.”
“Why?”
Serena bit her lip, hoping Makoto wouldn’t mind having an early talk with her daughter about certain bodily functions and hormones. “Well … it’s part of … being a girl, hon.”
At that moment, Mina tuned into the conversation. “You’re telling her Raye’s PMS-ing?!”
“Well, tell me that’s not the most logical explanation for her behavior.” They both turned to their friend, who was on her feet and screaming obscenities at the poor referee for something else now.
A second later, Mina nodded. “PMS it is.”
"Peemis," Aja echoed, testing the word out for the first time.
"Yes, very good, Aja!" Mina cooed enthusiastically. "Auntie Raye PMS-ing."
Meanwhile, on the court …
“Babe, you’re way out of your league.” The dark haired one, Safin, taunted her as he posted Makoto up, using his size advantage to gain better positioning around the basket. She was supposed to be guarding the annoying girl, Prisma, but it had worked out that it would be easier for them to switch assignments this time down the court.
Makoto muscled him back, refusing to give ground no matter how much bigger he was. “Talk trash all you like, pretty boy, but we’re the ones with the lead.” Noah had taught her a trick or two, against guys who liked to bang their bodies against the defender like a sledgehammer.
Damien, his brother, passed him the ball, just as she knew he would. They wanted to exploit the mismatch down low. He began to dribble as he continuously backed against her, and Makoto was forced to give ground. But, just as he was about to bang against her again, she stepped out of the way, so that his momentum carried him backwards, causing him to stumble.
The whistle blew. Travel.
Makoto winked at the man. “Can’t even post up a girl, huh?” She and Noah high fived when she ran past him to hurry down the court.
Safin’s face was as red as Rubeus’ hair, and as he matched up against Noah, he warned, “You better tell your bitch to watch her mouth.”
“You better watch who you’re calling bitch, bitch! You just got fucking owned by a woman.” Noah shot back, as Jason brought the ball up the court. He passed the ball to Darien, only Damien had been anticipating the pass and nearly stole the ball. His momentum carried him into the sidelines, where he landed right in front of the girls.
“Hey babe, you should ditch these losers and come hang with me after the game. Think about it!” He winked at Serena and gave her a long, suggestive appraisal. Before any of the girls could respond, Aja threw her dice in his face, which hit him right between the eyes before it bounced off his face and onto the ground. He shot a nasty glare at Aja, hoping to intimidate her. She stared him down silently, expressionless as she clung to Serena’s hand.
The whistle blew. Warning on the fan. Disorderly conduct.
“WHAT?!” Raye screamed furiously. “Are you kidding me?! That tomato gets away with elbows all game and you’re blowing the whistle at me?!”
The referee flashed her an annoyed look. “The warning’s not against you. It’s against the girl.”
“AJA?!” Raye’s jaw dropped, as everyone turned to look at the little girl, who was simply staring back at them. “She’s not even three yet!”
“Aja?!” Noah echoed. His shoulders shook, as he tried to contain the laughter. Makoto shot him an irritated look, as she couldn’t understand what was so funny about the whole situation. Finally, Noah hooted, “Aja! She got a warning … before Raye!”
Meanwhile, Damien flashed Serena a cocky grin, and tossed his next remarks flippantly over his shoulder, “Ditch the brat, too, babe. Thank god she ain’t yours.”
Back on the court, Darien and Kevin exchanged a knowing look-they were not about to let Daimien get away with the harassment. Play had started, and when Jason passed the ball to Darien, Kevin moved towards Darien and Damien to set a screen. Darien purposely drove towards the center, knowing that Damien would follow. Kevin completely blind sighted him, moving deliberately to block Damien’s path, so that Damien slammed full force into Kevin. Except Kevin was prepared for the contact, and Damien was not. He landed hard on his butt from the collision.
The whistle blew. Illegal screen.
“Don’t fuck with my wife.” Darien glared down at him, before moving back down to the other end of the court to play defense. Yes, he and Kevin had just purposefully cost his team a turn, but no one was complaining.
“I’ll be right back,” Mina told the others, as she wormed her way down to the opposite end of the court, towards the opposing team’s basket. She didn’t have to understand the game to know that her team would be out for blood. And it was time she put in her two cents.
The blonde wormed her way through the bleachers and stopped when she was certain she was in plain sight of all three refs … and she began with the ribbon in her hair. Thanks to her stint as a Sugar, she could turn any piece of clothing into a seductive striptease.
She played with it, sliding the ribbon left and right underneath a sea of gold. She finally pulled the ribbon from under her hair, brought it to her lips, and then let it slowly trail down the front of her body. Next came the jacket …
The ball bounced off the rim, and the guys quickly fought for the rebound. Noah ended up with the ball, and as Damien tried to jump in and snatch the ball away, Noah chinned the ball and then began pivoting and ripping the ball away from prying hands, with his elbows out and swinging. His elbow caught Damien square in the jaw, flattening him to the ground.
No whistle. Noah was surprised, but he didn’t wait to discover why he had gotten away with what was a blatant foul. Instead, he immediately passed the ball to Jason, who started to push it up the court. Like any good point guard, Jason was trying to exploit the fact the other team was temporarily short a player.
“That’s my daughter you called a brat,” Noah growled, all the while taking pleasure in the fact that he had drawn blood. He didn’t wait for a response before running down the court to join the others.
Two bloody noses, one black eye, eight flagrant fouls and miraculously no ejections later, the game ended 45-40, with Noah’s team declared the victor.
“This ain’t over. You bet your ass we’ll see you again next year.” Rubeus spat angrily, all the while glaring at Jason. He tilted his head in Raye’s direction and called, loud enough for her to hear, “Next time, bring a muzzle for your bitch.”
The punch connected with Rubeus’ face before he had any time to react.
“Who’s the bitch now?!” Jason shouted as utter chaos ensued. Safin had immediately jumped in for a piece of the action, as he and Rubeus ganged up on the blonde. Noah cursed and jumped into the fray to even the odds, as he tried to pry Safin off his friend. Damien saw that Noah had his hands busy and moved to get a cheap shot at the man, when Darien intercepted him and tackled him to the ground.
The referees blew their whistles, as they tried their best to separate the snarling men. Makoto, as much as she wanted to help Noah, immediately moved to grab Aja and shielded her from the commotion.
“Don’t watch, sweetie,” Makoto propped Aja up in her arms and positioned her daughter so that she was facing the opposite direction, while she watched the fight worriedly. Both Noah and Jason were buried somewhere in the middle of it all, with Raye also somewhere in the mix trying to uncover the two of them. Kevin and Darien were also scuffling ... it was utter chaos. Makoto’s frown deepened as Noah’s curses cut through the air.
“Daddy’s fine,” Makoto reassured absently, as she continued to look for any sign of her husband. “Daddy’s just a little mad.”
“Peemis!” Aja blurted out, testing the new word out for the second time today.
Makoto nearly dropped her daughter, whose vocabulary had previously consisted of 'dada' and 'mama' and some other select words. Her eyes automatically honed in on the two blondes, wondering which one of the two was responsible for introducing her daughter to the word penis.
Author: Arabian Red
Challenge/Request (can you guess by whom?!): Basketball, Trash-talking
Notes: Uhhh, no plot--just basketball and language, and a break from upcoming angst
Thanks to VO1 for loaning her characters, and for setting me straight.
“What are you, blind?! That was a FOUL!” Raye screamed furiously, as she watched the red head … Rubeus … sneak an elbow in on her boyfriend. “How could you miss that?! That fucking carrot top has been doing that since this game started!”
From her spot beside her, Serena winced, as the insult rang in her ears. Mina, however, merely shook her head, and whispered to Serena, “She’s going about it all wrong! Yelling won’t work. They’re trained to ignore crazy people.”
“You going to be the one to tell her that?!” Serena whispered back, as she winced again as Raye screamed in frustration at another non-call. Unlike the raven haired beauty, she had no idea how the game worked, or what a foul was. She did see the elbow, though, and from Rei’s reaction, she doubted it was a legal maneuver.
And granted, it was a really important game. Darien had been antsy all week, and when Serena had asked about it, he had said they were playing last year’s champions for the tournament title. What was at stake? Bragging rights, as well as seats behind the players’ bench to next year’s NCAA Final Four. Her husband had practically started drooling right then and there.
“She mad.” Serena glanced down at Aja in surprise. She had completely forgotten to cover the girl’s ears, as Aja had been doing such a great job amusing herself with her fuzzy dice Serena almost forgot she was there. Makoto and Noah must have promised her something huge if she behaved herself.
“No sweetie, just ignore her. You see … when you get older … there will be days when you just feel … very mad.”
“Why?”
Serena bit her lip, hoping Makoto wouldn’t mind having an early talk with her daughter about certain bodily functions and hormones. “Well … it’s part of … being a girl, hon.”
At that moment, Mina tuned into the conversation. “You’re telling her Raye’s PMS-ing?!”
“Well, tell me that’s not the most logical explanation for her behavior.” They both turned to their friend, who was on her feet and screaming obscenities at the poor referee for something else now.
A second later, Mina nodded. “PMS it is.”
"Peemis," Aja echoed, testing the word out for the first time.
"Yes, very good, Aja!" Mina cooed enthusiastically. "Auntie Raye PMS-ing."
Meanwhile, on the court …
“Babe, you’re way out of your league.” The dark haired one, Safin, taunted her as he posted Makoto up, using his size advantage to gain better positioning around the basket. She was supposed to be guarding the annoying girl, Prisma, but it had worked out that it would be easier for them to switch assignments this time down the court.
Makoto muscled him back, refusing to give ground no matter how much bigger he was. “Talk trash all you like, pretty boy, but we’re the ones with the lead.” Noah had taught her a trick or two, against guys who liked to bang their bodies against the defender like a sledgehammer.
Damien, his brother, passed him the ball, just as she knew he would. They wanted to exploit the mismatch down low. He began to dribble as he continuously backed against her, and Makoto was forced to give ground. But, just as he was about to bang against her again, she stepped out of the way, so that his momentum carried him backwards, causing him to stumble.
The whistle blew. Travel.
Makoto winked at the man. “Can’t even post up a girl, huh?” She and Noah high fived when she ran past him to hurry down the court.
Safin’s face was as red as Rubeus’ hair, and as he matched up against Noah, he warned, “You better tell your bitch to watch her mouth.”
“You better watch who you’re calling bitch, bitch! You just got fucking owned by a woman.” Noah shot back, as Jason brought the ball up the court. He passed the ball to Darien, only Damien had been anticipating the pass and nearly stole the ball. His momentum carried him into the sidelines, where he landed right in front of the girls.
“Hey babe, you should ditch these losers and come hang with me after the game. Think about it!” He winked at Serena and gave her a long, suggestive appraisal. Before any of the girls could respond, Aja threw her dice in his face, which hit him right between the eyes before it bounced off his face and onto the ground. He shot a nasty glare at Aja, hoping to intimidate her. She stared him down silently, expressionless as she clung to Serena’s hand.
The whistle blew. Warning on the fan. Disorderly conduct.
“WHAT?!” Raye screamed furiously. “Are you kidding me?! That tomato gets away with elbows all game and you’re blowing the whistle at me?!”
The referee flashed her an annoyed look. “The warning’s not against you. It’s against the girl.”
“AJA?!” Raye’s jaw dropped, as everyone turned to look at the little girl, who was simply staring back at them. “She’s not even three yet!”
“Aja?!” Noah echoed. His shoulders shook, as he tried to contain the laughter. Makoto shot him an irritated look, as she couldn’t understand what was so funny about the whole situation. Finally, Noah hooted, “Aja! She got a warning … before Raye!”
Meanwhile, Damien flashed Serena a cocky grin, and tossed his next remarks flippantly over his shoulder, “Ditch the brat, too, babe. Thank god she ain’t yours.”
Back on the court, Darien and Kevin exchanged a knowing look-they were not about to let Daimien get away with the harassment. Play had started, and when Jason passed the ball to Darien, Kevin moved towards Darien and Damien to set a screen. Darien purposely drove towards the center, knowing that Damien would follow. Kevin completely blind sighted him, moving deliberately to block Damien’s path, so that Damien slammed full force into Kevin. Except Kevin was prepared for the contact, and Damien was not. He landed hard on his butt from the collision.
The whistle blew. Illegal screen.
“Don’t fuck with my wife.” Darien glared down at him, before moving back down to the other end of the court to play defense. Yes, he and Kevin had just purposefully cost his team a turn, but no one was complaining.
“I’ll be right back,” Mina told the others, as she wormed her way down to the opposite end of the court, towards the opposing team’s basket. She didn’t have to understand the game to know that her team would be out for blood. And it was time she put in her two cents.
The blonde wormed her way through the bleachers and stopped when she was certain she was in plain sight of all three refs … and she began with the ribbon in her hair. Thanks to her stint as a Sugar, she could turn any piece of clothing into a seductive striptease.
She played with it, sliding the ribbon left and right underneath a sea of gold. She finally pulled the ribbon from under her hair, brought it to her lips, and then let it slowly trail down the front of her body. Next came the jacket …
The ball bounced off the rim, and the guys quickly fought for the rebound. Noah ended up with the ball, and as Damien tried to jump in and snatch the ball away, Noah chinned the ball and then began pivoting and ripping the ball away from prying hands, with his elbows out and swinging. His elbow caught Damien square in the jaw, flattening him to the ground.
No whistle. Noah was surprised, but he didn’t wait to discover why he had gotten away with what was a blatant foul. Instead, he immediately passed the ball to Jason, who started to push it up the court. Like any good point guard, Jason was trying to exploit the fact the other team was temporarily short a player.
“That’s my daughter you called a brat,” Noah growled, all the while taking pleasure in the fact that he had drawn blood. He didn’t wait for a response before running down the court to join the others.
Two bloody noses, one black eye, eight flagrant fouls and miraculously no ejections later, the game ended 45-40, with Noah’s team declared the victor.
“This ain’t over. You bet your ass we’ll see you again next year.” Rubeus spat angrily, all the while glaring at Jason. He tilted his head in Raye’s direction and called, loud enough for her to hear, “Next time, bring a muzzle for your bitch.”
The punch connected with Rubeus’ face before he had any time to react.
“Who’s the bitch now?!” Jason shouted as utter chaos ensued. Safin had immediately jumped in for a piece of the action, as he and Rubeus ganged up on the blonde. Noah cursed and jumped into the fray to even the odds, as he tried to pry Safin off his friend. Damien saw that Noah had his hands busy and moved to get a cheap shot at the man, when Darien intercepted him and tackled him to the ground.
The referees blew their whistles, as they tried their best to separate the snarling men. Makoto, as much as she wanted to help Noah, immediately moved to grab Aja and shielded her from the commotion.
“Don’t watch, sweetie,” Makoto propped Aja up in her arms and positioned her daughter so that she was facing the opposite direction, while she watched the fight worriedly. Both Noah and Jason were buried somewhere in the middle of it all, with Raye also somewhere in the mix trying to uncover the two of them. Kevin and Darien were also scuffling ... it was utter chaos. Makoto’s frown deepened as Noah’s curses cut through the air.
“Daddy’s fine,” Makoto reassured absently, as she continued to look for any sign of her husband. “Daddy’s just a little mad.”
“Peemis!” Aja blurted out, testing the new word out for the second time today.
Makoto nearly dropped her daughter, whose vocabulary had previously consisted of 'dada' and 'mama' and some other select words. Her eyes automatically honed in on the two blondes, wondering which one of the two was responsible for introducing her daughter to the word penis.