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Revision as of 15:35, 13 October 2016
You've never been a sports fan, but you have a responsibility to your kid sister to keep an eye on her and make sure she's safe. You settle in to watch the game. It is an odd sensation, watching baseball now that you know everything about the game. Everything makes sense now. You find yourself cheering for your sister's team before long.
"Which one's yours?" you hear from nearby. Turning, you see an attractive woman sitting on a nearby bench.
"Roni . . . er . . . Veronica Cole," you say then point to Roni, "the girl. She's my sister. I'm Xander Cole."
"Patricia Wells," she replies, "I'm Dante's mom. That's him there." She points to a wimpy looking kid not too different from how you remember being at his age . . . other than the fact that he is actually playing baseball, that is. "He loves baseball, but he isn't very good at it. He's always the last one picked for the teams."
"I know how that is," you say. "I was always picked last, myself."
"You?" she asks incredulously. "But you're so . . . um . . . buff."
"I didn't use to be," you say with a laugh. "I used to be a lot like your kid. I got picked on all the time. I know what it's like to be left out."
"How did you change things around?" she asks in a flirty tone. "If I could help Dante, that would be great."
Oh, I cheated using a mod that manipulates our reality, you think to yourself. "It's not easy, he'd have to put a lot of work in building his body up and eating right. Your support could go a long way in that respect. He has a leg up on me since he actually enjoys sports . . . I was a total nerd and computer geek."
"That's him daddy," you hear the familiar voice of Billy. Looking up you see him leading a uniformed patrol officer towards you . . . fan-fucking-tastic . . . his dad's a cop.
"Hey!" says Billy's dad, "were you messing with my kid earlier?"
"No officer," you say casually, "your son just had a problem with my sister playing baseball with the group. I told him that if he didn't want to play baseball with a girl he should go home."
"Girls shouldn't be playing baseball," says Billy's dad. "That's why they invented softball."
"Dude," you say, "It's 2017. Get out of the middle ages and spare us modern humans from your misogyny."
Billy's dad seems a bit taken aback. With his uniform, you doubt he's used to people standing up to him in a situation even when he has no authority. "Excuse me son? You'd better watch your tone!"
"I'm sorry officer," you say, "but you have no authority in this situation. You are just a pissed-off woman-hating dad making a scene in a park full of witnesses. If you take some kind of action against me, I am well within my rights to lay you out."
"WHAT! You little punk. You will respect this uniform!"
"I will . . . when it isn't filled with crap." The officer fumes. He isn't far from doing something drastic.
What do you do?
- Defuse the situation.
- Push him into attacking you.
- Call 911 and say that a police officer is abusing his authority against you
- Use the Duck on him.
