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25 Unicorn Street- Wednesday evening- Cubs party!

There was actually going to be a game seven. Kitty had maybe thought this would be a calm "they did good!" party, but instead you were going to get to watch her freak out on the couch, and probably freak out themselves because come on.

Cubs gear was preferred, but there were hats and little pennants to go around, and if you thought she hadn't stuck caps on the dogs you were incorrect and frankly should know her better.

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Eliot wasn't exactly a baseball fan. He wasn't as anti-fan as he once was, though, and with Hardison still chin deep in his latest computer project, Eliot was willing to fill in to keep the Chicago fan count up.

He did get there a bit late, though. He didn't want to look too enthusiastic.

"Welcome! Would you like a cap, or a flag?" Kitty greeted him.

Eliot raised an eyebrow at the offerings. "Flag." He only wore baseball hats for cons. "Bought out the local swag shop, huh?"

"Had to. This might happen only once in our lifetimes and we need something to potentially look at tomorrow when we're reminding ourselves it wasn't just a dream," Kitty stated.

". . . Right." Sorry, Kitty, Eliot was a bad baseball fan. "These guys are the ones with the goat, right?"

Okay, now he was just being a brat.

"We can't say the G-word in this house until tomorrow. Which is a rule I just made up," Kitty said. "We're a superstitious bunch."

"So -- that's a yes, then." Eliot nodded and watched one of the plays. "Surprised Cleveland made it this far."

He knew nothing about the Cleveland team. He just didn't like the city.

"They're not awful," Kitty said, eyes on the TV. "Kind of feels like this is the matchup it should be, given the extremely weird year."

"You mean for baseball it's weird, or the whole year in general?"

It was honestly hard for him to gauge year weirdness. His life tended to be fairly strange anyway.

"Year in general. Years from now when they're doing I Love the Teens or whatever on VH1, they're going to spend the whole hour wondering if this year was just full of drugs."

She was probably not wrong. Though hopefully it would not be called I Love the Teens.

"And here I was hopin' nostalgic retrospectives would be done with," Eliot said. "S'pose that's too much to hope for."

"We're living in a time where they're rebooting everything," she pointed out. "Good luck with that."

"See, this is why I don't own a TV."

There were several large screen televisions in his house. But Hardison installed them without asking, so Eliot figured they didn't count.

"Is that the reason you came here to watch?" she teased.

Eliot chuckled. "Parker'n me are here to represent while Hardison's busy. Don't actually usually get into baseball, myself."

In case that wasn't obvious.

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Parker hadn't minded waiting. Because she knew they would win. Of course. No worries here.

...unless it looked like they needed help. Then she'd be looking into time travel and stuff.

Parker had been totally patient. For Parker.

"See? I told you we wouldn't miss anything important."

Eliot was not a good judge of "important" in this particular instance.

Parker gave a snort, and batted the foam finger around. "If we had, I would be blaming you. Blaming. You." But she was too ebullient under the impatience to hold onto it for long. "They're winning! They're winning already! I want to call in to a radio show and tell them how important this is!"

Eliot laughed. "Be my guest. Pretty sure they already know, though." Or at least knew how to pretend they did.

HE would hear Parker on the phone in a little bit, talking very fast in a Sophie-driven accent, explaining why the Cubs were more awesome than anyone, and also due. So due.

"Did you ever think about sticking with the baseball?" She asked idly, then added. "Or the hockey? Or..."

"Nah." Eliot shook his head. "I mean, mighta been nice to finish off the season, but I'd never be able to make a career outta any of it."

He'd be way too recognizable, for one. There were still plenty of people who'd love to get their hands on him, be it for personal reasons or just to get a cool half mil from Myanmar.

"Hmm. Maybe we can get you to finish off a season of something sometime, for a job." What hadn't he done yet? "Do you play basketball at all?" Parker was all about making her people happy.

That startled a snort out of him. "I'm 5'10", Parker."

That was a no.

"So? Don't they have shorter leagues? Like they do women's leagues?"

What? It made about as much sense.

"Not on anything resemblin' a professional level," Eliot said. "You don't need to find me a sport, darlin'. I'm happy enough havin' a sandwich named after me."

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