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 Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 10:23 am
The Good Old Hockey Game
The arena was small, though actually surprisingly big for such a small city. It was no saddle dome, but it wasn't just some dinky little skating rink either. Regardless of it's size or lack there of, anywhere they had gotten seats they would have been able to see the game quite well, the jumbotron hanging in the center used only for scores and replays, apparently not necessary for watching the game as they would never be too far away to see properly even at the highest row.
"Do you want a beer, or a snack or something?" Finn asked, having found their seats but not yet sitting down.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 10:31 am
PaintballFinn had hoped that the surprise would be well received, but with Ripley it was always hard to tell. The man was so blank at times Finn thought that he even put his own cold looks to shame. The fact that the other man wasn't outright refusing to play was a pretty good sign, however. In fact, just him getting out of the cab seemed to validate Finn's choice in bringing him here. "Yes." He answered the other man's question. "When I was maybe ten." Paintball seemed a little more bad a** than laser tag, however, which was why he was even okay with bringing Ripley here to begin with. They joined the group, and Finn idly listened to the attendant while also giving his attention to Ripley. No face shots or crotch shots...seemed pretty standard, and was somewhat of a relief to know, though he was sure that Trynt could handle whatever came hurtling his way regardless. He moved to get his own equipment, watching the others get geared up for a moment before doing so himself. Still listening to Ripley, he picked up his gun. "Got it." And then. ".......Wait what. s**t." a suspicious narrowing of eyes behind his own mask. "You're happy about that, aren't you?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 7:16 pm
Paintball
Behind his mask and hidden from sight, Ripley grinned a wicked grin.
"You're not?" He casually checked over his equipment as he began to drift towards his supposed team mates. "It's more fun this way, don't you think?" Where else would they get an excuse to shoot each other for fun? Nowhere outside of a gutter, that's where.
"See you on the field." He saluted Finn, and left with his companions to their starting base.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 7:19 pm
Karaoke It was purely by chance that the bar Finn decided to go to (with Ripley in tow, of course) was hosting a karaoke night, which apparently they did every Friday evening. The DJ was chattering through his mic about it the second they stepped through the doors, flashing the bouncer their ID on the way in. It was more of a sports lounge then a bar, Finn noted, with a small stage at the back near the DJ booth and T.V's set up on the walls throughout. The bar itself was impressive, a semi circle jutting out from one wall with stools most of the way around, and pool table set off to one side. "It's Friday night at The Den and you know what that mean's folks! Ka-ra-oke with a chance to win a $25.00 bar tab every hour! Just bring on up your slip of paper with your name and song choice, get your sing on and we'll enter you into the draw! First up we've got Candace. Where are you Candace?...." There was nothing in Finn's expression that gave away how pleased he was that there was a chance at singing to be had. Grabbing Ripley's shoulder, he drew the other man in close enough to say in his ear over the sudden crooning of "Man, I Feel Like a Woman." "Find us a table and I'll go buy us some drinks."
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 7:37 pm
The Other Side"Indeed." Ripley replied distantly, turning away from Finn to look down the street, twisting out of the grip as he did, already uncomfortable enough with the overly public display.
It would be interesting to see where the two days takes them, that was for sure.++ The Royal Suite"Or," He suggested between kisses, his hands remaining firmly against Finn's neck even as the other man's roamed. "We could wait...until tonight." It was a half hearted suggestion at best, a resistance put up simply because he could.
Either way, really. It was inevitable.++ The Good Old Hockey GameHockey. Of course it'd be Hockey.
He gave a sidelong look at Finn, his expression as void as ever, and then back at the seats that had been chosen. They weren't bad, really. Actually in this small rink, they were pretty great. But still. The white haired man took a seat, and made himself comfortable. That was, of course, until Finn piped up.
"Ah. I'll get it. You sit." He moved to stand again, adjusting his coat. "What do you want?"++ Karaoke"No." That was all he said.
It was all he needed to say.
He was going to nope right out of this bar.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 8:26 pm
The Royal Suite
That didn't sound promising. Finn's hands stopped abruptly, one up the back of Ripley's shirt and the other decidedly lower than that.
He pulled away just enough to speak, though his hands remained where they were.
"Serious?" There was no hint of emotion in his tone, just the lilt of a question. If Ripley didn't want to right now, then he would stop right there and he would go about unpacking his bag more properly (as it still just sat where he had dropped it), and figure out how to spend the day.
Even though that massive bed was right there, just beyond Ripley, the edge of it peeking out from beyond the wall that mostly obscured it, and it was calling to him to come test it out.
He placed another kiss on Ripley's lips and took a step back, hands finally removing themselves to shove into his jacket pockets instead as he shrugged his shoulders. "Okay then, but you owe me a ******** great tonight," And then he cocked his head to the side a little, and grinned. "Or rather, a great ******** tonight."
Either or, really.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 8:35 pm
The Good Old Hockey Game
Again Finn had no idea what Ripley was thinking or feeling, but really, there was nothing stopping him from leaving if he wasn't having a good time so he shrugged it off with hardly a thought. Hockey was, and always would be, the greatest sport imaginable, and even at this junior player level, Finn was happy to watch it.
Next month. Next month he told himself he would actually go to an NHL game. A Calgary game, if he could manage it. He needed to actually start using his days of leave every month if only to keep himself sane.
It was a little surprising to see Ripley stand back up, and Finn blinked as he processed what was happening, though there was barely a pause before he replied. "Canadian. Maybe a tray of nachos or something. I don't care." Food wasn't a big deal, but he did plan on getting at least a little bit drunk that night and there was no reason not to get started.
The game wasn't supposed to start for another fifteen minutes or so, the players on the rink doing their warm up to the sounds of some techno rave type music that blasted through the arena on large speakers. Since Ripley had offered to go, Finn took his seat and waited for the other man to return.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 8:39 pm
Karaoke
If Finn was capable of a long, suffering look, it was the look that he was giving Ripley right now. Unfortunately, it just looked like any typical, cold, hard, Finn stare that he gave anyone on a regular basis.
"What do you mean, no?"
It was a bar. It had drinks and hot waitresses.
It had live singing and Finn could sing if he wanted.
Somewhere deep down, he knew Ripley secretly loved his singing and his difficult attitude was just a front.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 8:49 pm
PaintballIt was hard to argue, because Finn knew that yes, he was happy about it. Or, perhaps would have been, if he'd actually shot a gun at any point in the last 7 or 8 years. Living on a farm, he had of course been taught how to shoot, had even been taken out hunting with his dad and his friends from time to time. But those days were long, long past. Something about Ripley's parting words felt rather threatening, but Finn nodded in response, eye narrowing further. He suddenly scorned having a blind side even more now then ever before. Turning away from his "companion", he joined his own team, who were already discussing tactics and using jargon that Finn barely understood. Of course, he wasn't about to admit that he'd never played before, so it was with some relief that he got asked if he was okay with defense (what he assumed meant that he would be guarding the flag). Of course he was. Guarding was what he did. Soon after that they were heading out on the field.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 1:51 pm
The Royal SuiteRipley seemed almost surprised when Finn backed off, but as he gave it a couple seconds of thought, he realized that hadn't been as surprising as he thought; for all his boasting to the contrary, Finn was incredibly good when it came to boundaries. He never truly forced anything.
He almost announced that he had been teasing - it was right on the tip of his tongue - but the notion stayed quiet in the wake of that little ultimatum. Instead, he set on fixing his clothes again, and simply returned the grin.
"When have I ever disappointed in that department?" He replied slyly, and then turned away to unpack only a few of his things.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 1:52 pm
The Good Old Hockey Game
Ripley nodded to the order, and disappeared down the row and towards concession, finding both their beers and a couple trays of nachos. As he turned to leave though, something caught his attention, and after a small stare down with the item in question, he bought it as well.
Winding his way through people was easy enough, and before long he was back where he started - at their seats, with Finn. It crossed his mind to sit on Finn, but he shook his head slowly, clearing that goofy little thought from his mind. His seat was just as good, for now, and so he went there instead, and after playing some food tetris on his lap, offered the Canadian and one of the nachos to the other man.
"I always forget how expensive things are here." He mused conversationally, though right now, with his account balance, money wasn't an issue. "Price of freedom, I suppose." Expensive, greasy arena food was always worth a trip off-island.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 1:53 pm
Karaoke
"I'm not going to sing." There was a small pause. "Or be sung to." He leveled a stare at Finn, recalling the oh-so-charming serenade he had to endure shortly after their little agreement. "Bar, yes. Alcohol, please. Singing? ******** no."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 2:58 pm
KaraokeFinn gave the other man the most dead pan look he could muster. "Nobody is going to make you sing. And Jesus ******** Christ, I know this might be a blow to your vanity, but I wasn't going to sing to you." Finn simply enjoyed singing. What he was going to sing hadn't really occurred to him (but the fact that he would definitely be singing had). But, now? He was actually heavily considering singing a song directly to Ripley only because the other man let it be so well known that it was the last thing that he wanted. Also it kind of stung a little. Finn thought that he pretty much had the voice of a rock star and Ripley was throwing that little idea into a meat grinder with his adamant refusal. But he knew arguing about it was probably pointless, and while it was tempting to tell Ripley to just do whatever he wanted then because Finn planned on staying, he actually preferred not souring the evening with any pettiness. "Look. I saw a Canadian Brewhouse not far from here when the cab was pulling in. You don't have to stay if you don't want. I can meet you over there in two songs."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 7:18 pm
The Good Old Hockey Game
Only a minute or two left until game time and Ripley returned. Finn happily took his beer with a cold smile and a "Thanks." uttered, taking a long sip before setting it down in the drink holder on his chairs arm, and receiving his tray of nachos.
He was happily crunching down on his first nacho when Ripley spoke about the prices, and the players were making their way out of their locker rooms and onto the bench. The home team was the Grande Prairie Storm while the opposing team appeared to be the Drayton Valley Thunder. Oddly enough for a junior league game, the stands appeared to be nearly full, and the crowd erupted when their home team hit the ice, music blaring, the announcer declaring the Grande Prairie Storm to be the most fan supported team in the AJHL.
Huh. Well that accounted for the large crowd, he supposed.
"I offered to get it." He finally answered to what he felt like was a mild complaint from his companion, before his lip curled up into a small, half smirk. "I've never actually taken a full two days leave before."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 7:23 pm
The Royal SuiteIt was tempting, oh so tempting, especially when Ripley began readjusting his clothes, to step back in and continue on with what he'd started. But no, if Ripley wanted space, if he wanted to wait until later, then Finn could wait as well. He actually thought that it was smart. The anticipation would make it all the sweeter when the time actually arrived. "So far?" He asked, a teasing lilt to his tone as he turned to walk back towards the door to gather up his bag. "I guess I'd have to say it's been alright." A grin to go along with the words, and he was making his way towards the bedroom, dropping his bag on the bed to unzip, folded up shirts coming out first, shook out, and taken to the closet to hang up properly. "But now? I want mind blowing."
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