May 22nd - XUB2

[Kurt Wagner]

A certain furry blue demon is sitting at the bar, occasionally shouting at the game playing on TV between taking sips from the beer he's holding with his tail.

[Pietro Maximoff]

SONIC BOOM.


When the sound had died down, Pietro Maximoff was standing in the doorway.

"THERE you are," he said, standing dramatically in the doorway.

[Kurt Wagner]

"I hope you didn't strain yourself sniffing out my astonishing hiding-place."

[Pietro Maximoff]

"Strain mys...you cheeky blue elf. You're just cowering at your impending loss, that's all," he laughed, striding in.

[Kurt Wagner]

"A couple of lucky games and you get übermütig*." he reprehends him.


*cocky

[Pietro Maximoff]

"LUCKY!? LUCKY! Pfft. Typical German, always considering your Eastern European brethren inferior. Oh, what's that? Are you afraid your itty bitty football team might chip a nail going against an ACTUAL team?"

[Kurt Wagner]

"Oh but I am. Call me when we're up against one."

[Pietro Maximoff]

Quicksilver scoffed, and sat down at the bar. "You're gonna lose by, like, 12, elf, and I'm gonna watch your face."

[Kurt Wagner]

"I'm sure that will be easier on you than actually watching the game and facing reality, mein Freund."

[Pietro Maximoff]

"You're gonna be eatin' those words in a few minutes."

[Kurt Wagner]

"Turned into a delusional precog all of a sudden?"

[Pietro Maximoff]

"No, I just know how these things go. I've seen the movies--when the Germans go up against the scrappy band of underdogs, they always lose."

[Kurt Wagner]

"You must have missed a little thing called Das Wunder von Bern."

[Pietro Maximoff]

"Oooh, one note 70 years ago. How proud you must be."

[Kurt Wagner]

"That would carry more weight if it was the last time we won the cup." he points out, taking a sip from his beer.

[Pietro Maximoff]

"And how any players from the 1990s are still around? Or have they all kicked it from the steroids?"

[Kurt Wagner]

"Steroid accusations, really? Are you that desperate?" he chuckles.

[Pietro Maximoff]

"Yes! What is your point?"

[Kurt Wagner]

"My point iiiiis, exactly that!" he exclaims just as the German team scores.

[Pietro Maximoff]

"No! No no no you bastards! No! No you bastards, you were CLEARLY offsides! By three or four meters!"

[Kurt Wagner]

"Are you blind or do you just not know what Abseits is?"

[Jubilation Lee]

"What did I miss?" Jubilee said as she walked in "Hi Kurt, Hi Pete."

[Kurt Wagner]

"A lot of bravado backed up only by claiming Abseits."

[Jubilation Lee]

"What is that?" Jubilee asked.

[Kurt Wagner]

"You know. Abseits. Offside?"

[Pietro Maximoff]

"The referee must be in the pockets of the Chancellor. Is there nothing you will not stoop to?"

[Kurt Wagner]

"I would say 'losing'." he grins.

[Pietro Maximoff]

"Just you wait, Smurf. Just you wait..."

[Jubilation Lee]

"Why do the guys in the green shirts keep falling down?" Jubilee asked, after a especially spectacular Transian dive.

[Pietro Maximoff]

"Because the Germans are fouling! Fouling like chickens!"

[Kurt Wagner]

"Blame them fielding a Teek while you're at it, why don't you. He wasn't even near him!"

[Pietro Maximoff]

"Far, FAR too close, elf."

And just then, Transia took the ball and, charging down field, slipped one past the German keeper!

"YESSSSSS!"

And then, he began to sing

[Jubilation Lee]

"That was a good kick." Jubilee said.

[Kurt Wagner]

"Oh come on!" he groans both at the German team as well as Quicksilver's singing.

[Pietro Maximoff]

"Kiss my ass, elf."