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[luciazephyr]

Superbowls suck.

No one's online for, like, four fucking hours.

:sighs, wants to do promptfic:

-Luce

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[eh-notsomuch.livejournal.com]

Five things that happened when the PRT gathered at Keith's apartment to watch the Super Bowl.

[lucia-tanaka.livejournal.com]

1. Anderson let slip that his family had a history of rooting for the Patriots. It took all of Jon's powers of persuasion to keep Keith from throwing Anderson out.

2. Keith and Jon both argued loudly with the commentary guys. Eventually, Stephen muted the television, snapping, "No one likes an armchair commentator."

3. They ran out of beer because Keith is incapable of thinking of little things like that when inviting people over, so there was a big fight between them about who had to go out and get the beer. Jon pointed out that they could just pause the game thanks to the wonders of TiVo while Stephen and Anderson went out, but Anderson only agreed after he took the TiVo with him in his pocket just in case temptation grew too strong for the other two in the meantime.

4. Jon played one of his Springsteen CDs during the halftime show. None of them like Tom Petty.

Anderson sighed. "From Prince to Petty."

Keith looked thoughtful. "Wait, give me a sec, I know there's a literature joke in there somewhere."

5. During the cute panda commercial, Keith snorted and said, "Golly, was that racist enough?"

Jon overlooked the chance to tease Keith over saying 'golly'. "Well, every year, there has to be one offensive commercial. Last year was the homophobic Snickers ad, this year we have Asian stereotypes."

Anderson shook his head. "Yes, let us be grateful there was someone to fill the void this year. I wasn't feeling indignant enough.

[eh-notsomuch.livejournal.com]

On one hand, adorable.

On the other, no Rachel?

[lucia-tanaka.livejournal.com]

6. When the game finally ended, Rachel threw her arms around Stephen and kissed him, then whooped loudly.

Keith's beer car crushed in his hand, making him frown at the dampness on his palm. He discreetly dried himself with a napkin, frowning deeply, for some reason wishing the Patriots had won...

[silver11016.livejournal.com]

Oh, poor Keith and his unrequited crushy thing...