Sprace Chatroom {Discontinued}

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Race: what are ya doin

Spot: nothin

Spot: why?

Race: I'm bored out of my mind

Race: hello? You still there?

Spot: yeah, so you couldn't find someone to play poker with?

Race: hey, I don't always play poker!

Spot: I ain't coming over if all you're gonna do is bet and lose all your money to me

Race: now who says you would win

Race: besides, I thought more like a movie and pizza

Spot: sounds reasonable

Spot: I'll get the pizza, you pick out a good movie

Race: roger that, over and out

Spot: this isn't a walkie-talkie, Higgins

Race: I know that!

Spot: you sure?

Race: yes

Race: what movie you feel like watching?

Spot: nothin lame

Race: thanks for narrowing it down

Spot: you're welcome, asshole

Race grabs a random Disney movie and waits for Spot to come through the front door of his apartment. It isn't half an hour later when there was a barrage of knocks on the door. He jumps up from his spot on the couch and hurries to open the door. "The movie better be good, Higgins," Spot grumbles as he walks past him.

Race shuts the door and slides the movie into the DVD player, "Have I ever let you down-" "Multiple times." "-movie wise?" Spot shrugs and flops on to the couch with a slice of pizza in his mouth already. Race joins him and sits their friendly foot away from each other. They sit through the movie, laughing at funny parts, and the occasional side comment was made here and there.

  They ended up watching multiple movies until they, Spot, started getting tired. Although Spot wouldn't admit it, Race could see it plain as day. Spot's eyes had begun to droop ever so slightly, and his comments and laughter were starting to die away. Checking the time with a quick glance, Race realizes how late it actually was. "Good thing I don't have work tomorrow," he mumbles quietly. Spot nods, "Same here." He covers a yawn and leans against Race as if he was a pillow.

  Race chuckles, "Let's call it a night. You should stay here tonight." Spot nods his head causing him to curl closer to Race's side. "Let me up so I can get you a pillow," Race protests. "No, I'm too comfortable," Spot whines softly. With a dramatic sigh, Race yanks the blanket off the back of the couch on to them and tries to get situated. Spot was no help. They both eventually doze off with the TV still playing the movie. Spot was cuddled up next to Race with Race's arm around his figure.