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Prompt: an average night (post-crime-fighting) with Hal and Barry when Barry *wasn't* late for a date with Iris.
Barry sat back and listened, Hal's discussion of touchdowns and tackles and scores washing over him as it had in so many other discussions in his life. If more contentedly than most. It filled the time as well as discussing the weather, and less anxiously than talking shop (and today the former topic was far too close to the latter).
The important thing was that they'd won, they were safe, they'd captured Major Disaster and the Weather Wizard, for a wonder, without any fatalities or major property damage--plus it was a nice sunny evening. And, for once, Barry wasn't late for dinner.
As of yet, he pondered, expressing polite appreciation of Hal's home team's victory, of their chances at the Superbowl, small regret at Coast City's lack of same. "Although. If Jay could have played for Keystone, more than the once--"
Hal grinned. "He'd have had to face Alan, to make it fair."
"Now *that* would be a game. Though *your* counterpart would prefer to broadcast it, I'm sure."
"And *that'd* be a game you'd require no encouragement to watch."
"When I was a kid, I begged my parents to take me to a game, once."
"And?"
"I got the promotional comic and left during halftime, after I'd read it."
Hal laughed. "Barry, you're worse than Pie. Why doesn't anyone I know enjoy football?"
"Remind me to tell you about Flash comics, next!"
"Spare me!" Hal said, jokingly. "But hey, it's your turn. And it's *almost* gossip, for us...what's your hero done now?"
In not too long, they would finish their drinks, the summer sun would go down, and Barry, inevitably, would be late for dinner. For now--there was Barry, there was Hal, and despite sharing so little other than their mutual avocation, there was conversation.
Prompt: an average night (post-crime-fighting) with Hal and Barry when Barry *wasn't* late for a date with Iris.
Barry sat back and listened, Hal's discussion of touchdowns and tackles and scores washing over him as it had in so many other discussions in his life. If more contentedly than most. It filled the time as well as discussing the weather, and less anxiously than talking shop (and today the former topic was far too close to the latter).
The important thing was that they'd won, they were safe, they'd captured Major Disaster and the Weather Wizard, for a wonder, without any fatalities or major property damage--plus it was a nice sunny evening. And, for once, Barry wasn't late for dinner.
As of yet, he pondered, expressing polite appreciation of Hal's home team's victory, of their chances at the Superbowl, small regret at Coast City's lack of same. "Although. If Jay could have played for Keystone, more than the once--"
Hal grinned. "He'd have had to face Alan, to make it fair."
"Now *that* would be a game. Though *your* counterpart would prefer to broadcast it, I'm sure."
"And *that'd* be a game you'd require no encouragement to watch."
"When I was a kid, I begged my parents to take me to a game, once."
"And?"
"I got the promotional comic and left during halftime, after I'd read it."
Hal laughed. "Barry, you're worse than Pie. Why doesn't anyone I know enjoy football?"
"Remind me to tell you about Flash comics, next!"
"Spare me!" Hal said, jokingly. "But hey, it's your turn. And it's *almost* gossip, for us...what's your hero done now?"
In not too long, they would finish their drinks, the summer sun would go down, and Barry, inevitably, would be late for dinner. For now--there was Barry, there was Hal, and despite sharing so little other than their mutual avocation, there was conversation.
