Trooper Station; Monday [ 11/24 ]

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

Daisy wouldn't exactly say that she was suffering from a case of the Mondays or anything, but she did have to admit a little disappointment that it was back to work after the weekend she'd had. Then again, there was always another weekend, and she really did want to see if she could get caught up with what it was that Coop had been poking at not dirty.

And there was always paperwork in the meantime.

[[ I just finished over 100 Thandie bases! WHOO. I am insane! Anyway, open, naturally, although a big fat chunk of unavailability from me during the day, booo ]]

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[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Ray had brought a basketball to the station. What? He got bored here often. Nothing ever happened. Nevermind that his taskload had been part of the problem back home (according to those stupid paper pushers, anyway), he was bored.

So, bouncing the ball between his hands, he wandered on up. "Hey, Day," he greeted, "What's up?"

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

Daisy had been staring at the basketball ever since she noticed that Ray had it and that hadn't changed much as he came over to her desk. She did remember to blink this time, though.

"You've brought a basketball," she observed.

The concept had a clearly baffled effect on her.

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Ray shrugged. Did not seem so weird to him. "This place is deader'n a doornail," he said, in case he hadn't made that clear to her previously (or the island hadn't), "Might go out and shoot some hoops later." He did catch the ball in one hand, though, and kept it still.

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

It was the still bit that left Daisy the most impressed, really. She shook her head slightly, trying to imagine what sort of ruckus that might have caused back home, and simply asked, "You play often?"

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Not usually my sport," he admitted, "But I can shoot a mean one if, uh, the mood strikes." Not that he had anything to prove there, or anything.

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

"Maybe you'll have to show me," Daisy said. "I've never played much myself..."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Hey, we got a lunchbreak," Ray said, with a grin. "It's either that or more pizza."

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Daisy didn't need more pizza.

"I probably play like a girl," she warned.

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Ray shrugged. "You are a girl," he pointed out, in case she didn't know that or something. "I can go easy on ya."

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

"I'd suggest we do a best two-outta-three on Horse," Daisy said, "but maybe, in our case, we should do Pig."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"..."

Whatnow?

"Repeat that in English?"

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

Daisy smiled slightly. "You know the game Horse, right? A bit of monkey-see, monkey-do, in that one takes a shot, and the other has to repeat that shot, and, if they mess it all up, they earn a letter, and the first person to get to horse loses. But we switch it to Pig, because...you know...coppers."

She waved a dismissive hand.

"It was a poor joke."