The Ludicrous Escapade Pt.3

Having a Ball

"Why did you want to see me, Foo Fighters?" You had spotted the gals chilling on a wooden bench near the basketball court.

"(Y/N)!" Foo stood up, pulling you into a side hug. "This whole prison is very exciting! I'm learning so many new and interesting things! And look at this!" She shoved a jumbo sized plastic cup in front of your face, "I bought this from someone for only two dollars! What a steal!" She aggressively slurped from the straw sticking out of the top. "I'm never gonna get thirsty like this!"

"(Y/N)..." Hermès had her head buried in her hands. She seemed worn out. "Why did you leave us to take care of this thing?"

"I was just checking in on the guys. Letting them know about what we found." You plopped down on the bench next Jolyne. "I also found out that Weather is a surprisingly good piano player and his hat is softer than it looks."

"I'll... take your word for it." Jolyne hadn't exactly met the rest of the gang yet.

Foo walked over to a lady throwing back and forth a baseball with someone else, being as curious as ever. "Hey, I know what that is! That's called playing catch! I'm pretty knowledgeable." She was ignored, so she kept pestering them. "Hey, can I ask you a question? Just a little one. What's so fun about doing that? It's just throwing a ball back and forth."

The lady caught the ball with her glove before shouting at Foo, "Who the fuck are you, anyway?! Don't speak so close to me. Do you wanna die?!" Then she went back to her game.

"You know, it's even more boring if you throw the ball and it doesn't come back." Commented Jolyne.

"I see. That's pretty simple." A grin spread across Foo's face. "But yeah, it's pretty fun here! Totally different from the marshes! See!" She reached into a metal basket full of baseballs and baseball gloves. "We can play, too!" She first tossed a glove to Jolyne before she set down her drink on the bench and excitedly dashed away to start playing.

"Jolyne... where are you keeping Star Platinum?" You hadn't learned where it went ever since Foo snuck it in.

The Cujoh fit the glove around her hand, "To tell you the truth, I don't know. I had F.F. hide it somewhere and only she knows where. I trust her and I also know that it's going to be harder to get things outside than in. So we'll need a plan. Plus there's a lot of people who spy on others that we'll have to worry about."

"We'll need to contact the Speedwagon foundation. So at the very least we need money to buy off a phone reservation." And you hoped that maybe the foundation would have a solid plan on what to do.

"But it's smart to keep F.F. as the only one who knows. Whitesnake won't even know she's still alive." Mumbled Hermès. It would be good to have as many cards up their sleeves as possible when facing the likes of Whitesnake.

A girl with swirly blonde hair reached over the back of the bench and picked up Foo's jumbo cup, starting to drink from it.

Foo immediately noticed, "Hey, you! What the hell do you think you have in your mouth?!"

The girl took a seat on the backrest, not intimidated at all. "What the hell...? You're name's Atroe, right? Who you think you're talking to? You want to get pummeled again? I'm just thirsty, that's all!"

Foo's face turned stone cold, her voice threatening, "That cup... put it back on the bench."

They stared straight at F.F. as they started chugging the water.

"F.F.! We'll get you more water! Don't make a scene!" Jolyne didn't want the eyes of hundreds of people on them.

Foo made a finger gun with her hand, firing a wad of black sludge out of her fingertips and into the water thief's mouth.